L now has a Kindle, a birthday present from her boss. Now she can potentially read her books in three formats at the same time. Written word, ebook and audio...
The weather is too foul for tennis, so it’s squash again. Then after a swift pint I have to dash off to rescue L because she can’t be trusted to stagger home on her own. I drive off to meet her checking the ditches on the way.
Tonight the vampires have her for a spot of bloodletting, I means blood donoring, at the kid’s old school of all places. The last time I picked somebody up from there was Daughter with her GCSE results.
L’s promised to text me if she faints. Can a fainted person text? I’m really not sure why she puts herself through all this.
(Thursday 7th June)
Wadhurst to Tunbridge Wells on foot
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