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I had a train to catch.
Instead I caught a busload of teenagers traipsing across the road, heading for their school opposite. There seemed to be no end to the procession of long-haired, lanky, all-the-time-in-the-world, skulking adolescents to whom the thought of thanking those who were waiting for them, to span the distance between one kerb and the other, would have never occurred. All I got were defiant looks peering through a jungle of overgrown fringes.
Cats do the same when you open the window to let them in.
