Kings Cross Lunch Hour

Met in the way of business, two “creative types” (he textiles, she design) take a room in a private hotel by the railway station “to the North” and get caught up in his elaborate camouflage, here from Scarborough with the kiddies, her first time in London, his disapproving sister, his digs in town near the office.

The manageress has had “government officials” sleeping in this room, “nicely spoken.”