GLOVE 6

WHEN	28th December 2000 7.20pm
WHERE	On the stairs of Gloucester Road Underground
HAND	Either
DESCRIPTION	A child's navy blue glove. Woollen. Age 6? Maybe? I'm guessing. It's one of those stretch ones.

One of the things about being in a pair is that, should you meet other people who think you should pair with them, you resist the temptation. You don't see people walking around with odd gloves. Socks, sometimes, yes, I'll grant you. But this is not the museum of lost socks.

Now, after the letter and after the job had been finished, I decided to look up Irene. We'd met after work one day - she was the friend of a friend of a colleague - and we'd got on pretty well. Maybe I could find myself making a new pair with her. She was glamorous, exotic (she was two halves of two different non-British nationalities!) and funny, and I thought, well, maybe this is it. Maybe if Kitty and I weren't to be a pair, maybe Irene and I could make it.

Christmas came and went and we spent quite a bit of time in the week after Christmas together. It was beginning to go very well.