21/08/19 My landlord is trying to sell the flat. Linda, the estate agent, leaves a voicemail. 'Good morning. Just to make you aware that __________ has booked to view the property on blah blah blah at blah blah blah.' As always, Linda finishes with, 'Ooh, and Nick, as it's booked for after 5pm, would you … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
17/08/19 Yesterday, on the way to pick up Spanish Iain, a pigeon suddenly slammed into the windscreen with a dull, solid and terminal thud. The bird came out of nowhere and was gone, over the roof, before either of us fully realised what had happened. Of course, there was nothing to be done and Malcolm … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
15/08/19. The strangest coincidence today. A man turns up for a haircut. He's off on holiday to Cambridge later in the day. "I've never been," I say. He says that he used to live there when he was a teenager in the early 1980s. He begins to regale me with Cambridgeshire tales from his youth. … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
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