I had a meeting for the Language Show to attend yesterday. The meeting took place in Peterborough, which is straight down the A47, a happy coincidence being that my sister lives just off that same road (as do I, for that matter).

This worked out well for me since she’d cagily asked me whether I had any plans for the weekend. You see, it’s our dad’s birthday soon and she wanted her little boy to make him a card. However, she seems to have determined that I have the mind of a child and can probably help Alfie do it better than she can.

So, the die was cast, the fates sealed, and I replied that I could stop by hers en route to the meeting.

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