Not to speak to, but I had heard that his relationship had broken down, and that he was staying with friends (of his) on the outskirts of the village where dh2 and I live.
Anyway, as I was driving home from work, through the village square, there he was, leaning through the window of a pick-up truck, talking to someone while he seemed to be waiting for his fish & chips. (We have an excellent fish and chip van that comes to the village on Mondays, very rural us, nearest takeaway is about 8 miles away, and due to the nature of the windy roads, you can allow for around 25 minutes each way)
But I digress. He glanced around as I drove past, must have realised it was me, (fairly distinctive car) and then went back to his conversation.
I was shocked at how haggard and how much older he looked, then thought he might think the same about me!
Strange, isn't it, how the face that you look out from doesn't match the one that you see in the mirror?
Does this make sense?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic