A week or two before Lisa and I began to date we were sitting on a crowded train in the height of summer travelling to Hackney Downs. The commuters were tired and stressed.
I was making Lisa laugh lots pretending to be French, talking out loud in broken French, about our fellow passengers, about how 'les autres' had to travailler and how les autres were tres fatigues et chauds dans leurs costumes. About how la vie etait difficile pour les autres but, pour moi, things were tres, tres facile.
It wasn't especially funny but I remember Lisa's laughter. I enjoyed that summer!
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