Birds scattered, as I opened the door, and I galloped in slippers, waving my toothbrush, across the lawn.
"Stop! Stop!" I yelled but he did not hear. It'll be another month before the van comes here again so I can change my books.
Must take this opportunity to praise BBC Radio Four's production of Anthony Trollope's Barchester Chronicles. The episode that was broadcast last Sunday afternoon had me enraptured. Will the aristocratic Cambridge student and the doctor's daughter, overcome the heartless opposition to their romance? I can hardly wait for next week's episode.
