It is amazing how much detail one picks up in one's daily commute without really having to make an effort, or even noticing. For a few weeks I have been wondering whether a lady, who I don't know personally, has left her job/lost her job as she was not seen at her normal position- hunched over her laptop at Brera (a coffee shop)- as I walk towards the tube station from the bus stop at Canary Wharf in the morning. She's back and I was surprised to find myself glad to see her at her usual table yesterday. I suppose one must find comfort and amusement wherever one can in an otherwise uninteresting daily activity.
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