I slip away from the awards after-party and hail a taxi.
‘Victoria coach station, please.’ The driver does a double-take in his mirror, as I scrabble for face wipes.
‘Goin’ somewhere nice, love?’ he ventures. I beam back at him. ‘Best place on Earth.’
I scrape my hair into a ponytail and unclip my earrings, thankful I decided against wearing a long dress this time.
The coach driver gently nudges me awake; I step down into the chilly early morning mist. It’s a short walk uphill. She comes straight to the door and takes me in her arms.
‘Victoria coach station, please.’ The driver does a double-take in his mirror, as I scrabble for face wipes.
‘Goin’ somewhere nice, love?’ he ventures. I beam back at him. ‘Best place on Earth.’
I scrape my hair into a ponytail and unclip my earrings, thankful I decided against wearing a long dress this time.
The coach driver gently nudges me awake; I step down into the chilly early morning mist. It’s a short walk uphill. She comes straight to the door and takes me in her arms.
