"Hello. I'm afraid I've forgotten your name. You've only just moved here, haven't you?"
I have known him for almost 20 years. I stroke his dog who walks him nowadays.
Every evening at 9.30 the woman enters the suburban pub for her 4 pints and numerous cigarettes. It is a particularly sad sight on bleak Monday nights when she is often alone at the bar, apart from me watching. I could mention others.
I sit on a bench outside my house, perhaps people believe...I'm a lost soul of suburbia too.