A man sat infront of me on the bus today, he must have been about the same age as my brother, I chuckled to myself. Hugh hated it when I called him old, but it seems he aint the only one now. The man infront shifted in his seat in almost an agitatitated manner, what was his problem. I sat looking at the back of him trying to work him out, he looked proper scruffy! He was wearing a camoflage jacket, with what looked like sholder length hair but his blonde scraggy hair was scooped back into a ponytail held together by a pink hairband. What was a man doing wearing a pink hairband? Did this hairband hold a story behind it? I sat imagining a little girl, a girl with golden blonde hair playing in the park with this man, calling him daddy, my heart
