Working

Chicken tikka on granary, an earl grey and a tin of ginger beer:


From the museum cafe, I noticed an office worker taking a stroll during a smoking break. Before the boarded-up, pagoda-like, red-brick building, she paused and took in its frontage. It would have been just over a decade since I sashayed my way around that same space, ultimately falling into the arms and later the bed of H - an attractive woman, the next year's muse.