I was a little bit late and slack getting the bus to work this morning so crossed my crossroads after the lollipop man had started his shift.

And it was quite like old times. As the first nipping autumn breeze of the season was wafting around my legs and I had some little scraps of paper clutched in my little hand as I swiftly tried to memorise the impossible illogical but pretty speech I've snatched for this La Mascarade.

Although I can hardly remember a single line and on occasion, can scarely remember the girl's name, I sometimes quite miss Isobel.