He looked up at Mummy’s bedroom and blew her a great soppy kiss. “He was so excited about coming into hospital. None of this had he thought through when, tanked up with champagne, he had posted her the blue silk handkerchief from Dublin. Fen pulled his head up and let him examine the gate.
Fen had come second in the potato race and was in a state of ecstasy. Don’t worry, I expect she’ll go the way of all the others. And he’s got the most awful lot to take out this afternoon fat grown-ups who can’t ride, and in this heat, they’ve booked for a whole two hours. He’d been on the way home from a dinner in London and had rung Helen to say he’d be late home, as he was making a detour to Surrey to look at a horse.
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