DPP Day 9: Past Connections

A long, long time ago, I spent my time in Britain calling my now-husband once a week and my parents slightly less frequently. Many of these connections transpired on Skype, but whenever I was out of St Andrews--whether in Edinburgh, Oxford, London, or further afield--they often transitioned into telephone booths. I spent hours standing in these familiar red booths (sometimes cold, sometimes damp, sometimes adorned with advertisements suggesting that I might be interested in an escort for the evening) talking and chatting until the weather and my feet got the better of me. These two booths, photographed from inside one of my favourite restaurants in the world, are two of the booths in which I made such calls: I have stood inside them, and was very happy, as I. and I shared supper this evening, that I would be going home again to talk with him in person, rather than standing in one for an hour as we caught up on our days.