“Mum, the suitcase is broken,” I say as we’re about to set off for the station.
Mum stares at it. “Oh yes,” she says. “One of the zip parts has detached so you just have to pull it all the way round and…”
“But look,” I say. “There’s a hole at the corner where…”
“It will be fine,” Mum says. “Just be careful with it.”
And now am on train to see MadFatRunner. Not sure for how long the 4G will work, so scribbling this in haste.
Am armed with book:
Just need to find coffee.
Of course there’s now the dramatic tension of will-suitcase-break-and-discharge-everything-all-over-floor. It’s good to have something on which to focus. For the moment, suitcase is above my head, threatening to jump down.
It’s a gorgeous sunny day to flee the city.
The attached photo is a fritillary near the flat.
Happy Monday everyone!
*2016. By Ben Fogle. The story of the world’s favourite dog.