Central Belt Shuffler is heading to the subway station, planning on catching the train an hour later than usual. It’s a chill day, rain is in the air.
The lollipop lady has finished her shift, and is walking away from the pitch.
She smiles at me, as I’m heading out to work. ‘That’s me for a pot of tea,’ she says, as she heads home.
A stormy winter’s morning.
The walk to the subway, past the school. At the bottom of the road, the lollipop lady, new on the block. Her high-vis stands out in the morning gloom.
‘Yes or no?’, she says.
There is no one else around. Realising she’s asking me if would like her to help me across, I reply.
‘Yes,’ I say, already halfway across the narrow road. ‘Thank you.’
‘Oh, I just love it.’
‘Even in this weather?’