We’re both reading her. I’ve done so lots of time. She’s a new author for him. And he rarely reads books so it was lovely to see him enjoying her yesterday afternoon in the car park will browning his back on his new stool. I haven’t read her for a while. And now I’ve got three novels out of the library to enjoy. She makes me smile. I see myself and my friend H. in them. He does too.
It’s our summer holiday, he said. Mind you, I shall still draw every day. How can I not?
