Dreamaticus

I knew that I needed to be at Waverley Station to meet JS and RR off the train from Bristol at 18:30. Nevertheless, I cycled down Broughton Street on my static exercise bike, and followed the new-to-me narrow street that I spotted from the London Street roundabout.

It was extremely hard work cycling up hill on a heavy bike that was never meant to travel at all – so much so that I gave up on my mission, turned around and headed back to the street. En route I passed two young ladies. They were very elaborately dressed, all lace and stockings in the ‘Edwardian hooker’ style. I concluded that there must be a high class brothel at the top of the street.

It was now 18:15 and I needed to get to the station, but not until I had taken a look at another new feature of Broughton Street. Where there was once a dingy restaurant, there was now a new antique shop. Perhaps here I would find a towel rack for our spare bedroom there? Within seconds of entering the shop I had set off its alarm. The owner hurriedly ushered me out before I had a chance to browse his wares at all.

I never made it to the station to meet JS and RR, but instead caught up with them after they found their own way to the huge house where we were all staying.

JS was furious with me for my poor hospitality skills. I was sure that I would be able to placate her in private in one of the upstairs bedrooms, if only I could find a way to them.

We never made it up the ‘alternative’ staircase’. This was because some of the individual spear-like struts of the ‘steps’ fell from their frame as we clambered over them. They almost took out a couple of children playing on the floor below.