Chancery Lane tube station, late at night. All I want to do is go home. I really don’t want the journey home. I just want to open the door and find myself in our home. I put my hand in my pocket. There it is. I feel the roundness and smoothness of the tiny pebble. We were at the park, all ready to go and you discovered the ball machines. You were asking for money for yet another ball and I told you it’s broken. You were stroking the dusty machine and kept saying “broken”. Then you put your hand in and your face lit up! I cringed at the thought of what I am about to see coming out. But then your hand was holding a tiny pebble. It wasn’t a pretty pebble, there was nothing special about it, but you held it tight all the way to the car. And then you gave it to me to look after and I put it in my pocket. Tonight, whilst waiting in the stuffy underground station, I can’t stop but looking at this tiny thing and all I want to do is come home and kiss you goodnight.