Press button B

I always did and just occasionally a copper or two would drop in to the tray. A comb would sometimes dislodge one too. The things we used to do.

This telephone box had seen better days but I liked the way the evening sun was highlighting the dirty glass while some pains were missing. A bus shelter beyond added to the Mondrian-like divisions.

I found out that one of the women I was with on the yacht a couple of weeks ago is married to the photographer Don McCullin. I wish I'd known. Not quite his cup of tea, I suspect.

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