Is that close to you?”
“Yes. XNXX Six foot four of ex-Royal Marine. I bought it from the farmer, Harry Gill. It says ‘Beware of the Bull’.”
“Is the bull dangerous. I didn’t bemoan my situation; I was still doing the thing I loved, singing. The breeze blew in and carried away those piles of neatly sorted papers on my desk. I am stuck in my flat in London trying to sort out the mess my manager has left me. Talk soon. There’s no one to complain.”
“That’s fantastic. Nothing like my ex-husband I am pleased to say.”
Our chat finished soon after that. Teasing me with the description of your home. When is it?”
“Three weeks time. You should get a cleaning lady in.”
“I did. The wind has just blown away my paperwork.
