The football field outside my bedroom window is covered in a white cloth of snow and the roads are wet. My dad has lit the fire to warm the hot water tank, and gone out to work on the sports ground. Mum says, "Tea is made”. “Thanks, I’ll put some toast under the grill”. “Wrap up warm today, those basketball boots won’t keep you warm” She gives me a kiss and sets off to walk down Priory Lane to catch a 37 bus for Oxford Street and the beauty department in Selfridges. I eat my toast, finish my tea and leave the house at 7:30.
1 Bank Lane, Bank of England Sports Ground, Roehampton, SW15.
Phone: Prospect 1982