Julie and Tom strolled arm
in arm by the river bank. The Thames was at its best, the sun glinting on the water,
the boats gently bobbing up and down.
They perceived a magical ambience.
Julie stopped at a side
stall that sold coffee laced with hints of liqueur essences.
‘Look Tom, wouldn’t it be
lovely to sit here and have one of those coffees.’
‘Because I adore you so
much, we certainly will.’
They sat down and just
then the sonorous chimes of Big Ben echoed over the water. The atmosphere of gentle living and historic
surroundings was complete.
To be broken almost
immediately by a group of four male teenagers on roller blades. They were
skating through the crowds oblivious to everyone except themselves. Suddenly one careered into another sending
him flying into the concrete balustrade.
‘You stupid clot,’ he
shouted at the top of his voice. ‘Watch
it, you can’t be trusted on those blades, I almost broke my leg! More lessons
are needed here,’
The younger one was very
contrite and apologised profusely.
‘I couldn’t help it,’ he
was almost whimpering and he was obviously terrified of the other older lad.
Julie and Tom watched this
with a mixture of amusement and concern.
Tom walked over to the group and said,
‘How about you all joining
us for a drink; it’s my treat.’
The older one looked at
him with utter incomprehension,
‘You must be joking’, he
said.
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