Jackie London
♥ Howlin' Pelle
This also reminds me of something my mother once told me.
In the sixties ,she lived in London for two years,working as a waitress in one of those Lyons Corner Shops,in Soho as it happens,no shit.They were like coffee houses/tea shops.
She was from deepest darkest Yorkshire,ok?and about 20.
One day this bloke came in and sat down in the cafe and just stared at her for hours,not saying anything.She said everytime she looked up ,he was staring at her.
She didnt go back the next day,or ever again.
Naaaa, your mum sounds so sweet