You must Remember this.

This morning, as I sat at the platform, between my regular train and the next one, I thought, I've never seen that tea room before.

I went in, and sat beside a Peruvian Pan Pipe Player. It turns out, we were on the same train every day, for the last six months, and I had never noticed him. We had so much in common, not least, a love of Pan Pipes. As we sat, I glanced round the room, and it looked like we had stepped back more than half a century.

In the corner, I could not believe my eyes, there sat Christopher Lambert. One my true love. I ditched Pablo the Peruvian Pan Pipe Player (for that was his name), and threw myself at Christof. In the words of the great prophets George and Aretha, he knew I'd been waiting for him.

My life was complete. Christof and I sat, arm entwined, cause I needed my other arm to eat my meringues, with strawberry and lashings of fresh cream, and discussed our plans for the future. We cheered as England won 5 - 0 against Slovenia, and then Andy called me for match techniques and hints for tomorrow.

I realised with horror, as I heard the train whistle blowing (far along the bay), that I had to leave. My train was coming and reality beckoned. I stepped up, placed one sticky cream smeared hand over Christof's cheek, and left.

And that, all before work, was my brief encounter.