Sir PM was rubbing his eyes repeatedly to check if his vision was playing tricks on him again, especially since it was nightfall. As he approached the usual meeting place at Horniman Circle Garden, where he and friend Lady Flora would catch up on the week’s happenings and gossip in the city, he noticed that she was moving around the walkway inside the garden at an unusually faster pace, oblivious to her surroundings. She didn’t even notice when he parked himself on their 
favourite bench.

“My Lady… hello there,” he raised his voice slightly to draw her attention. “Ah, there you are,” she acknowledged him, partially out of breath. “When did you arrive? I was so caught up in my speed-walking routine that I’ve been enjoying it all week.” Sir PM’s eyebrows arched to reflect his surprise. “Speed-walking, my lady? May I ask what in God’s name this is about? And how this strenuous activity that looks quite exhausting could be enjoyable?”