This is bonkers. I got a taxi last night, something I very rarely do.
The driver was lovely. Probably early 50s (same as me) one of those well worn middle aged men who looked very good for his age. But before I noticed thatn we were chatting easily about things you don't normally talk to taxi drivers about. It was only a 10 minute journey, usually I'd fiddle with my phone until it was over, but I know his life plans and shared some of mine. This is very out of character for me and I hadn't had a drink, he collected me from hospital!
Anyway I shall never see him again, but I've spent an unreasonable amount of time today thinking about him....