Sunday, 14 February 2010

Once upon a time, a Tuesday I believe, a young lady happily bounced down the steps of Tottenham Court Road tube station. Down the stairs? What all 146ish of them? Did the young lady not know of the perfectly comfortable and functional escalator in operation? Well, that she did, but nonetheless she chose the path less often trodden by the ordinary London commuter, preferring the solitude of the stairs. This was already an established habit, even though she had only just started new employment back in the West End two short weeks before, after a period of purgatory due to cheaper rent somewhere near the North Circular Road. But today the young lady in question was not alone. No, following closely behind her was a young man.

On closer inspection, ( difficult, ever tried casually looking over you're shoulder while carefreely bouncing down a spiral staircase, without falling arse over elbow? Mmmm, I should add that skill to my C.V) the young man was THE young man from the haberdashers who covered her buttons (that's not a euphemism for anything, he really did cover buttons...) the previous year. Then her legs did that funny thing, when they independently get very self conscience and decide they're off to audition for a role in a Monty Python sketch. So the young lady gives him her best smile, and he talks to her. Thank heavens! I hear you all sigh. He makes some idle chit chat about it being Valentines Day, she laughs, and it turns out the young man, who we shall call Mr.M, coincidentally only lives 2 tube stops away from her, and has only been working back in the West End for a few days. So a date is arranged - Thursday, MacDonald's, Golders Green (could that BE any more glamorous). And the rest, as they say, is history. It seems London is a very big city but it can be a very small world when fate steps in.

That was 20 years ago, today (it was today, but I've spent so long typing it's now yesterday because today's Monday, keep up....) and the young man is still making the young lady laugh, sometimes even for the right reasons, though they're not so young and I'd prefer not to comment on the lady status....


nickynackynoo said...

SUCH a lovely story! Happy anniversary and happy Valentine's (same as me & my husband who also met on Valentine's day).

Daisie said...

Many congratulations on twenty years! Can I ask, does he still cover your buttons.......that really should be a euphemism for something.......?

x vInTaGe VioLeT x said...

aww what a lovely story :0)

i really hope he still covers your buttons ;o)

Griffin said...

It was 20 years ago today that Sgt Pepper taught the band to play... and Mr M got lucky!

"I'd prefer not to comment on the lady status...." Ahem, yes, probably best... I don't do well-behaved either... tho' admittedly it's a lot more of a larf!

Er, if he's M... does that mean you're.... Bond?!

Gasp! Bond does... needlework! No wonder Blofeld claimed he was stitched up.