Oh Lordly

as I wandered through my beautiful city...it's [sic] clean air intoxicating my lungs, rubbish carefully placed in large plastic receptacles by thoughtful city-dwellers, culture at every turn, Guardian readers mingling with non-educated delinquents, I spotted this fine gentleman taking a stroll along the Meadows, and pondered his story...dressed in black shoes, grey trousers, blue coat, a sturdy shooting hat, gentleman's umbrella, blue eyes, white goatee beard...he purposefully and silently walks the line on the green grass between tree and footpath, diagonally across, as if to shorten his journey, looking neither left nor right, nor wanting to be interrupted or slowed in his advance, edging ever closer to a wonderful and vibrant set of metallic door unlockers which provide entry to a magical area of space where he will soon live, an abode...behind his long strides follow the interested offspring of his partner, contemplating the majestically magical emotions that await them upon entry to the new world of stone and wood...David