Rachael Steven's Grandad

Whilst out looking for a training contract, having just moved to London, my search led me deep into a posh Jewish area not too far from St John’s Wood. I visited a nice neat high street practice and introduced myself. I had a good chat with the senior partner and left my CV. It was about lunchtime as I came out and so I found a nice quiet road and sat down on a bench to have a sandwich from my packed lunch. Whilst I was eating I heard a very faint sound coming from above me, as I listened I realised that it was actually a very weak human voice. I looked around and saw standing about two floors above me on a balcony of some flats was an elderly man. He saw that he had my attention and spoke up a bit saying, ‘I’m ever so lonely, won’t you come in for a cup of tea, please, I’m ever so lonely.’ At that precise moment two traffic wardens had walked past, one of whom was camply spoken and said, ‘I wouldn’t go up, he just wants to molest you.’ I ignored this tw#t and agreed to go up, the elderly chap told me his flat number and buzzed me in. Once he’d let me in he showed me around his flat and with great pride pointed out a number of beautiful pieces of furniture, all made with his own hands he told me. He had been a carpenter, and clearly a master at that. We had a cup of tea and a chat and he brought out his photo album saying, ‘You may know my granddaughter, she’s in a pop band.’ I was then astounded as he showed me photographs of Rachael Steven’s and the rest of their family. It was unmistakably her, if a few years ago, and you could see the likeness. As I left I thanked my host and told him he should make sure that granddaughter of his visited him more often.