[Exile on Spencer St]

Reminds me that, many years ago, I was with my wife in London waiting cross a busy road near Trafalgar Square. I saw a suitable gap in the traffic, grabbed her by the hand, said “let’s go”, and pulled her gently across to the other side. When we both got there I turned to find I was holding hands with a total stranger. My wife, laughing, was still on the other side of the road.