A Developing Urge.

There’s a woman I’ve started seeing walking around Uttoxeter who I find intriguing. She looks as though she could have been a model once. She looks like a model – tall, perfectly proportioned, ultra slim, with an easy, confident walk and hair that looks like it has money spent on it. And she has ‘experienced’ eyes, if you know what I mean.

The reason I find her intriguing is that she looks to be in her late forties, maybe fifty, and is always seen carrying a little boy of around two. I feel a growing urge to offer her coffee in exchange for her life story. It might be boringly mundane, but I have a feeling it probably isn't.