'Sunday the city just dies'

Such a beautiful day. I decided to come in on the same train I used to get, still makes me sad saying it like that...I'm sat in the sun with some coffee nursing this stress induced headache and I'm watching the world go by. I'm waiting for it to become 10.00 so I can ring bay and brown, I'm so nervous. But then, why not get it over with? See what they have to say, hopefully nothing at all. What's the worst that could happen? 

I've still got twenty minuets to enjoy, watching people go by with their own thoughts and probably real problems as aposed to mine. At least I caught a glimps of that hot mysterious guy, ah, I wonder what the day holds for him. I m such a creep. Although, an interested one, that's all I want to know. 

I like this part of the city, the financial buisness end where lots of smartly dresses men in suits and polished shoes zip past looking all important.

I'm half thinking I might put off this whole excursion until tomorrow, I think I'm going to stay at Harriet's tonight, and I can pop in before I go home...a bit cowardly...ah well, lets see what they say.