“See you Sunday.”
“Well, I’ll see you Saturday evening, but you won’t probably be able to see me.”
“I’ll know you are there, anyway.”
To be Continued… Xxnx I turned to thank her for the meal and the interesting evening, and then impulsively asked her when she was leaving Derby. “What are you doing Sunday?”
“Nothing is organised.”
“Would you like me to pick you up here; I can show you some of the Derbyshire Dales and take you to see my primitive hovel?”
Cate smiled broadly. Their sound system was rubbish. It was their tour because they had made a smash hit or three. Essex boys have got nous.” I said putting on my Estuary English accent. The car met me at Derby station and the next moment I was here.
