Sod s LawChapter 7
Friday 16th September 1983 At 8 pm on Friday the 16th September, I was watching a London train arrive at Piccadilly Station searching for sight of Helen among the crowds alighting from it. She was among the last to appear, trying to cope with all her luggage. I ran forward, she dropped her bags and we embraced and got lost in a deep and lengthy kiss. She sighed. “Oh, I’m so glad it’s over,” she said. “It was so hard to cope with being apart. I can’t wait to get home.” That was really...