Walking from home to the bus stop is pleasant enough. Pale sunshine bathes the dusty, grey streets and offers an Indian summer look. Elsie boards a bus in Holloway Road and seats herself on the lower deck. It isn’t far and she could walk all the way, but she has a lot to get through today. She smiles as she looks out of the window and notes a group of young lads in their strange, mock-Edwardian clothing with drainpipe trousers and odd, wavy hairstyles. She doesn’t think people in the Edwardian era looked anything like these part-scruffy, part-elegant youngsters. No sooner has she received a bus ticket than, it seems, it is time to get off.
The office is just a few short paces from Sainsbury’s grocery shop, and she notices that Brian, not the most punctual person you will ever meet has, on
