There was an interesting psychodrama played out on the train this morning. When I got on there was a couple already standing up, both dressed smartly, clutching coffee (for some reason this made me think they didn't have children). She was a good four inches taller than him. She stood there with her arm on his shoulder. That's right, like she was his mummy or something. During the journey more and more people got on, they got closer and closer, he looked up into her eyes (odd). Then, brilliantly, she bent down and kissed him on the forehead. That's right again, like she was his mummy. When we got to Blackfriars she got out to let the people off the train and he stood where he was, presumably, so used to being tiny that he knew he wouldn't really be in the way.
I took this picture of them on my cameraphone.
