‘Nah, I live in Chingford now.’

‘Oh right. I’m not far from you then. Walthamstow.’

‘My mum was born in Walthamstow, and drives the buses there now. Teenagers are awful.’

‘Which buses?’

‘Well, mainly coaches now.’

‘And my dad’s on the underground.’

‘Do you like Walthamstow?’

‘Nah. I hate it.’

‘What? Even the market?’

‘Especially the market. Bunch of pervs eyeing you up all the time. Forget it.’

‘What like?’

‘Saying pervy things.’

‘They don’t say pervy things to me. But that’s the great advantage of getting older: men stop seeing you as a body.’


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