They have finished. Walked away. My coffee is here. Crouch End is still standing. Life goes on.

I’m not douchey enough to take a photo, but you’ll have to trust me that disgusting oral habits aside, they look completely wholesome, untroubled and middle class.

Okay, now they’re kneeling next to a drain on the kerb to spit out. She’s pouring water from a keep cup onto her toothbrush that is about two inches from said drain.