She was a few tables away but I could hear her voice as if she was sat opposite, talking directly at me. I could see that others were speaking but hers was the only voice I could hear. Her pitch must have been tuned exactly for my ear. She didn’t seem to be talking loudly.
Talk was of grass seed, husband, New Zealand and a swimming pool that was one metre short of Olympic size. Odd. It was as if I was hearing one side of a telephone conversation because I couldn’t hear the other half of the conversation.
I wasn’t interested enough to record the conversation any more accurately than that. It wasn’t what she was saying that aroused my curiosity. It was the fact that I could hear her but no one else.
Breakfast, Holiday Inn Bloomsbury, Friday, March 1st