Had lunch with my parents. Had a good time with my dad. Remembered how three of us used to play ‘Two People Coming’ on Sundays. One person would sit on the bench (typically on the long, bench-strewn path in front of Kenwood House). Two people would stop as they walked past and the conversation would go: ‘Hallo! Fancy meeting you here. D’you come here often?’ Etc. Etc.
How we loved it! I was 5-ish, my sister 7 and my father 38.
Was it the beginning of ‘invented dialogue’? Was I already the future screenwriter? Anyway, it was fun to do with my dad. He’s about ready for ‘Two People Coming’ now…
Two People Coming
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