“Don’t leave it there, it’ll be in the way - you'd better move it, just in case”
“Rubbish – it’s fine.”
“Well – if you say so.”
The day continued fairly uneventfully, apart from the incident with the camera battery I was holding in my mouth, a touch of hay fever and the Lalique vase.
Anyway, I was concentrating on my new party trick of balancing a jar of Marmite on my nose when I wandered into the bedroom, tripped over the suitcase and ended up with my head in the bookshelves between John Fowles and John Grisham – I like to sort out my books on a first name basis, it seems more friendly. The Marmite was fine, very strongly built robust bottles, and the nose bleed soon stopped.
The TG poked her head round the doorway.
“You rested your case and I rest mine.”
That’ll be the day ……….….
