Dragging my feet on the pavement I was Soaked in rain... The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never land - a bus to death or glory.
I found neither. I found something which haunts me still.
The great bus swayed as it sped. The black street gleamed. Through the window a hundred faces fluttered by as though the leaves of a dark book were being flicked over. And I sat there, with a sixpenny ticket in my hand. What was I doing! Where was I going? Oh to the home !
Well soon, walking down on the side of the road I reach outside of the house, making my way to the front door I knock on the door and the door open and Lilly come running towards m
