I met the man again! And yet again, there was nobody else around to verify that he was a real person, and not some concoction of my psyche.
He was with his son, of course, but if one of them were a figment of the brain then the other would be too, I suppose, so that proves nothing.
It was just the three of us in the lift at the tube station.
Now I think about it, I should have paid more attention to see whether he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. That's a sure-fire giveaway sign that these visions (and conversations) are taking place only inside my head. At least, it's a giveaway sign in movies. And now I come to think of it, it's only one movie in which that approach works - A Beautiful Mind.
But if you can't base your life on the teachings of a single Hollywood movie, what can you do? Until this point I'd been living by the creed of 'Seven Samurai', and not a lot seems to have gone amiss. Oh, but for the peasants in my back garden growing to find me redundant and my noble culture withering as the countryside develops and outgrows me, under the blanket of the very security that I, and my 6 motley brethren, heroically achieved.
Anyway, I can remember that today the son was wearing blue wellies. So if I see these two again I'll look for the blue wellies.
Kids don't often wear the same pair of wellies twice do they?