“Beautiful day, Mr Palmer,” said the shopkeeper stocking up his fruit and veg display outside his grocer’s shop.
“Morning, Mr Palfrey. Gorgeous, isn’t it? Might get to watch the cricket this weekend if the sunny weather holds,” said Mr Palmer, a beaming smile on his face.
This was a routine of theirs, every day, five days a week, a quick discussion on the state of the British weather and then a brisk wave, a “cheerio” and the two gentlemen returned to their own thoughts; one to his shop and the other to his trip into London. That was the summation of their relationship.
Reginald Palmer made his way briskly down the Surbiton high street towards the train station. This morning, he was feeling extra perky and had a spring in his step. He always enjoyed this time of the day, on his way to w
