Three iPod listeners and a newspaper reader
- I am sitting opposite a man with fleshy, dissatisfied lips and an untrimmed beard over a pale, spotty face. He is carrying an old black, leather bag with mud crusted onto the bottom of it. He is listening to music on big, green, expensive looking headphones.
- A large lady, in her late 50s, wearing a well-cut linen trouser suit and a sparkly breast cancer pin badge, has very shouty rock music leaking from her ear buds.
- The man next to me has an iPhone that he doesn't want to put down. He is fiddling endlessly with it. Playing games, putting a playlist together, checking emails and going back to another game. I want to tell him to calm down and read a book instead.
- The young woman on the other side of me smells very strongly of bleach and is frowning as she reads the Wall St. Journal.
After my errands I bought a large cup of coffee and a croissant and sat in the churchyard at St Paul's Cathedral to admire the roses.
I don't miss work at all, but I do miss seeing the City in the sunshine.