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The foreman's wife buys a new pair of shoes and wears them home to her empty house.


A young man taking his parents out for a meal at a West End hotel is relieved to find the menu is in English.


In St James a club doorman trousers an indiscreet tip, and promises himself he will stay up late into the morning to take his daughters to the park.


A conductor wakes a nurse so she doesn't miss her stop. He will do the same again tomorrow.

Over a low wireless and sweet sherry, two widowed sisters share stories of their husbands. Upstairs their children dream of adventurers, foreign spies, and returning heroes.


Outside suburban railway stations working girls scan the emptying trains for prospects: lionesses searching for lame prey among the herd.


In a parish church the verger's wife arranges the flowers for Sunday's service, accompanied only by the echo of her footsteps. Perhaps the Vicar will thank her for her efforts in this week's notices.

In the Royal Festival Hall, a teacher and his wife struggle with Britten. Only the expense of the tickets prevents them from sneaking off at the interval.


Four young men queue outside a late night Cabaret in Soho, although the doorman has already decided to refuse them entry.


A new father steps out of a public bar in East Dulwich and the short walk home lasts longer than it should. His wife is not asleep, but quickly turns the light off when she hears the front door. The baby stares up from the cot at its father, and smiles.


Payday.

On the second or third toke on the pipe he coughed loudly and emptied it out through the open window,

he gave a giggle as it kicked in, and thought to himself this was rather better than the last lot.


He started talking aloud, having an imaginary conversation with himself about an incident some years back, but it was often like that after two pipes..............he looked in the fridge he felt empty, and needed sustenance it was the two pipe syndrome, after the 'conversation' the munchies...........................to be continued by anyone else.

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