Then she stood there, by the car, looking up at me, and I leant there, on the balcony, looking down at her. “There’s weather”, I said, pointing at the weather. “ I am a bicycle and all the tops of legs have the mountain. It is difficult”, I said, making casual conversation.
“You’re a bloody idiot and I’m probably late for a lunch date with another woman’s husband”, she replied, smiling.