My morning routine
5.46: kettle and TV switched on
5.50: back under duvet watching news on TV
6.05: ablutions and shower
6.20: get dressed and get things ready to go
6.29: walk downstairs to get my lift
6:30: get into lift’s car
Usually the lift is there a bit before I get out of the front door so he waits for me outside the door. If I get down before he arrives, I walk to the corner which makes it easier for him. I’d been waiting there for just over a minute this morning when the sleek Audi whisked past me and parked outside my flat. At that time of morning, it’s still very dark and I was standing next to a large skip so he must have not seen me.
I strolled over at a brisk pace and opened the back door, placing my briefcase on the seat as I tried to sound bright and cheerful.
‘Good morning, David!’
I closed the back door and was ready to open the front to jump in when my slowly wakening mind registered something different.
I opened the back door again. A very bemused man, not David, was looking at me.
‘Oops,’ I said, ‘wrong car. I’m so sorry!’
He didn’t say a thing as I removed my briefcase, closed the door and crossed the road to go back to the corner where I’d been standing. About a minute later, I was still waiting for David when he got out of the car. He looked long and hard at me.
I can’t be sure but I think he was smiling.