On a dark night
after all the buses have bussed off
search out the bus shelter in the darkest street
the one with the most posters,
the one with the dirtiest windows -
she will say, 'one day we will live in a house like this'
and you will reply, 'let's go upstairs and share a double decker.'

Bloody marvellous, thanks LC.

Capitalise ‘double decker’? I’m sitting on one typing this.

Trying to remember if there's that lone double-decker bus near Burnside Street that doubles as a bar or manicurist's or if I just hallucinated that.

Cut down on the mushrooms, the cocktails and the nail polish and check again. Perhaps it’s a bar downstairs and a nail bar on top.

This might be the most flattering comment I've ever received online. :P

You’re welcome.