There are places I remember…

I went round after work to help Pip with an application form for a new job. Catching the Wilmslow Road bus rather than the Chorlton bus felt strange – familiar, but not quite right at the same time. It isn’t that long since I rode that route twice a day. I struggled to think of when I was last at Pippa’s house – apart from delivering her Christmas card – was it when I first met Bruce? Did we eat a cheesecake that day? Did we go to the Friendship? Most of the form was covered by what we’d written before, so it didn’t take too long. Afterwards Pip drove me back through West Didsbury, past my old house, and past hers too.