...but i didn't need to.
As I remember every word.
And it was real. On the path....
Middle of nowhere.
No one can hear you scream...
Her mum, 40something Surreywoman, in her old boots...
And...
Within a few minutes, of three on a pathway, in nature...
Eleven years old...
Her mum kindof jawdropped....
Her and i ....but it was her..
For every real laugh, punctuating, from her mum....
Jessica is controlling the agenda, narrative..... she does all the talking....
" And their cowboy hats.... they get them flown in, or the trains use steam or the lorries fuel.... dont they realise the environmental cost !?...."
That wasn't me....
The worst word in the awful innadequate language, is ' hope'
what next, is....
hmmmmm
