“Saw Angela – Went up her house – not in”
Certain things I remember.
This I remember.
I bumped into Angela whilst I wandered round the streets of Eastleigh and we arranged, or so I thought, to meet up a little later at her house. (Rather, her parents house)
I can’t imagine I wasn’t excited by the prospect… for all the reasons that a hormonal 16-year-old boy would be.
However, it appeared she had a different agenda.
She was not there.