This bloke that had on a long leather ‘matrix’ coat sat next to me for the last bit of the trip in. We were just getting to St Marys Butts when he sneezed into his hands…and then looked. GROSS. Doesn’t he know you’re suposed to just discretely wipe them on your trousers and hope there were no bogies?
My new book is good. It’s about this woman who runs a vegetarian cafe in Bath. She’s preggers but doens’t realise yet and her boyfriend is away travelling for a year.
