Yesterday, as I was walking down the Strand, I met George, and old friend of mine. He recognozed me at once, though I was wearing a scarf round my face as I suffered from toothache. He told me how sorry he was to see me in such a poor way added: "I came to see you a fortnight ago but, unfortunately, we were preparing the annual accounts and as one of my colleagues was, I couldn't find time to get round to you". All the time he was saying this, I was trying to remember something I wanted to tell him. Eventually, I remembered and said to him: "Just before I came out, I received a letter from Smith, in which he said that he hoped you would call in him soon. He last saw you at Marion's birthday party but you were talking so animatedly to the Chairman of Roberson's that he didn'r dare interrupt! Just then I saw another friend of mine: he was waving to me from the other side of the road. I said goodbye to George and started to cross the road; while I was crossing it, a car rushed out from nowhere and knocked me down. Luckily, I felt into an open crate of bananas, which a barrow-boy was selling so I sustained no great injury, thought the bananas did.