Well, sort of. It was only the most fleeting of fleeting glimpses, from the top deck of a bus, more or less opposite the Royal Brompton Hospital about half an hour ago. He was 12, give or take, blond, athletic-looking - he was carrying a tennis racquet - happy-smiley, in short, simply beautiful. And easily the closest real life analogue I've seen to the picture of my favourite character that lives in my head. Oddly enough, around three hours earlier, my meanderings had taken me through 'Xander-ville', the part of 'Kentish' Greater London where I'd imagined him living in my story. I went past the two pubs that were conflated into the one that cropped up a few times in the plot, and took a few pictures, but a combination of my being on a moving bus, my still not being very familiar with my new camera, and, frankly, my woeful lack of skill as a photographer, mean that they're not good enough to post.
I've also managed to make my daughter rather jealous - I found myself in Borough Market at lunchtime, and indulged myself with a hot duck sandwich. K was due to be on her school lunch break, so I texted her the details, eliciting the almost immediate reply 'I want one'! I can feel a return visit to the market coming on, the next time K comes to see me!
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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