There's a man on the bus who looks like me: same hair, same height, same awkward smile.
I consider giving him my address. If I did that, he could go to my house and meet my wife and eat my tea.
I would get a night off.
He could watch TV and drink from my coffee mug. Then he could stretch and yawn when she said: 'it's time for bed'.
Who knows? Perhaps he would even manage to get a word in edgeways before going to sleep.
Too late. He just got off the bus.
I consider giving him my address. If I did that, he could go to my house and meet my wife and eat my tea.
I would get a night off.
He could watch TV and drink from my coffee mug. Then he could stretch and yawn when she said: 'it's time for bed'.
Who knows? Perhaps he would even manage to get a word in edgeways before going to sleep.
Too late. He just got off the bus.
