A blast from the past

A gap between visits meant that having some time to sit in a west London coffee shop with a latté, relaxing and watching the world go by. As I got up to leave, I almost collided with a woman on her way in. A woman who looked quite familiar; she clearly recognised me too. It was an old friend whom I’d worked with in a clothes shop back home over 13 years ago. Fortunately I did remember her name –but who would have thought I’d bump in to an old friend from back home in a small suburban coffee shop?