Idiot B - the continuance

Sticky summer was arriving in South West London……..buildings absorbed the healthy sunlight of early day, only to spew it back post meridian – transformed as bad tempered churlish humidity – bringing out summer shirts and silly shorts.

Leisure time was spent (by those whom were staying) – sprawled amongst pavement café society, animated conversations competing with (those whom were going) droning stop start traffic of convertibles hastily converted, showing off the head scarved incumbents of pretend rich who’s packed hampers bulged credit card excess……..the exodus for the smarter parts of home county perfidy, or alternate sea shore solutions………...

But not for him………