This is a lovely piece of writing. Also, it made me a bit sad. I don’t think people talk to each other enough. I usually make a joke about the people I talk to when I’m commuting. My ‘bus stop friends’. I don’t joke about the people, just the oddness of the relationship. Actually, I love those kind of relationships. Finding out tiny but specific details about people - but not even knowing their name.
I know someone who loves seeing 3d films at the cinema with her grand daughter. Doesn’t matter what the film is, she just loves 3d. She also loves car boot sales and she’s having a bit of a verbal battle with some idiot builders who keep stealing her parking space. It legally IS her parking space, because she owns that bit of land. She’s always a bit late, and she loves reading. She’s also fun to talk to when she’s in a bad mood, because you can laugh her out of it if you try.
No idea what her name is.
I’ve known her for about 5 years.
