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We’ll catch the train to anywhere, nowhere, to Bolton. I’ll pack sandwiches, yours will of course be vegetarian (ultimately consisting of cheese and lettuce), mine may be beef pate..it depends what I have in the cupboard. We’ll sleep side by side, arm in arm, though I’ll keep one eye open for the guard, with our tickets held cautiously in my hand. I would hate to lose them. We’ll pass Housing Units of Chadderton and I’ll think of the cheap night lamp I bought there that never worked, on the table, by the bed, in the house with the mortgage that we chose together because we were so sick of renting.

I’ll nudge you awake and we’ll get off at Bury. I’ll throw the sandwiches in the bin and we’ll make our way back home.