Chapter 15
I checked myself in the mirror and although it felt out of place I felt I looked pretty smart. I had paid a visit to Burton’s on Monday and splashed out forty-five quid on a suit, shirt and black tie. I brushed out my hair and tied it back in a ponytail so that from the front I looked just like any other straight on the street.
I picked up Annette outside Southgate tube station and we headed round the North Circular and on to Uxbridge where we picked up A413 heading toward Aylesbury. The road took us through the rolling countryside and quaint villages, with quaint names to match, The Chalfonts. Little and Great Missenden, and the wonderfully named Worlds End.
‘I’d love to live in a place called Worlds End,’ I had said which led us on to a few minutes of conjuring up other wei
