Boarded the evening train and sat opposite a blinged-up lady of a certain age. She looked a bit perturbed and said her friend was joining the train. I politely pointed out that there were still two free seats at the table.
Friend arrived, sat down. Lady 1 got out tablecloth (actually a napkin), forks, pre-packed salad (crayfish), sushi, Doritos, a bottle of white wine.
They fed me crisps and offered me wine (I was being abstemious). I got a bit of sushi.
Then it was pudding: chocolate hearts in white, milk and dark chocolate.
We had by this time been chatting quite a bit. I said, ‘I did worry that I’d interrupted an early Valentine’s.’
They shrieked with laughter.
Apparently they’re in an all-ladies samba band, most of whom (but not them) are lesbians. (‘We’re not gay’; drumroll.)