THOSE FAMOUS STEPS

In unit number 21 lives a statuesque woman who comes out and exuberantly expresses her gratitude at my weeding the garden bed outside her bedroom window, as well as shaping with shears the unruly bay tree to a far more agreeable size. With both hands she blows me kisses. She bows and calls me a darling. Later on a tea break I'm told she used to tread the boards in theatres across cities such as London and Edinburgh.