“Hi” he says.
“Hi” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for picking me up”.
“Always a pleasure, it has been too long. Is that all your luggage?”
“Yes. Do you think I can take some pictures?”¨
“Sure. They might look a bit, ehrm, spacey, but try.”
We buckle up and I grab my camera.
“Ready?” he smiles.
“When do you need to be back in London?”
“Oh, don’t hurry the journey at all.”
We lean back, he presses it, and while I try to capture some photos we are off.
The infinite improbaBILLity drive.
Better if it lasts for years.