Roxburgh Place

Summer is here. No, it is. Someone said so. Despite the cold and the wet, 1st of June is summer. So why was there someone obscuring my Cigs shot, sheltering from the wind and the imminent rain in this fire exit?

She seemed to be on the phone to a bookmaker; trying to get the best odds on Flutterbee in the 2.30 at Windsor. Adamant she wanted 10-1. Not sure she got it, mind.

Purple on blue door; three dots after the only adornment...