Charlotte Mooney

This is a quiet car.

I used to have a good car.

I had a Mercedes.

And then he said, Charlotte, when they take your car, then you're really stuck.

And I didn't know it was going to happen, but I started to cry.

And I was trying to hide this from him, but he saw, and he reached out his hand and put it on my shoulder and said, you're very tired.

When we got to Kingston Police Station, I helped him out of the car.

His legs pretty much didn't work by this point.

And I noticed for the first time that he had odd shoes on, one suit shoe and one trainer.

And he tucked into me as we walked across the road as if we were old friends.

He kept saying, this is a good day, this is a fine day.

I took him into the police station and the police officer took one look at him and she said, right, cup of tea.

And she took him from me and sat him in a chair.

I left.

And on the way out, I could still see his silhouette through the frosted glass.

He was sat straight back on a plastic chair waiting.

And I got to go back to my good, quiet car, and I got to start the engine, and I got to go home.