Initially for safekeeping. He gave up the pen, chunky as the twenty-coloured marvels of secondary school, and I slipped it into my old pencil case; I have carried
Every time I begin a receipt for someone pleasant, I vow to make my handwriting really nice. This is just about possible in theory, but my hands rebel every step of the way.
Pippa and me, her three years younger and still more accustomed to vodka, wandering a field full of tents, glow sticks and bands you'd sort-of heard of and didn't feel like sweating for.