A bearded man was playing Bach Cello Suites on a one-handed guitar in a passageway in Waterloo underground. Many of the Londoners had gone home, taking with them the din of their collective scuffles. For once walking through the London underground was like listening to a harpsichord in a church.
The C Major prelude was a sunny overture to the walk back to my flat. I was all psyched up to finish the work I had left on my desk.
The beardyman saw the violin case which was suspended on my left shoulder and gave me a thumbs up.
Then on the bus I was treated to a roller coaster ride by the driver. Standees were smacking into one another over tight corners. I tried to read my Contract Law notes as best I could in the given circumstances.