It looks as if I am going to get a photo opportunity for my new camera a little sooner than I expected. Tomorrow, to be exact.
By the time we arrived home this evening, we had given up hope of any courier runs this week. After all, how late can you leave it to tell your courier that she is needed on the morrow? Quite late, apparently.
It must have been around 6pm when the phone rang.
“We’re off again tomorrow!” said Tigger, adding “Unfortunately, it’s only Colchester.”
Now, I don’t want you good burghers of Colchester getting the wrong end of the stick. Believe me, there is nothing wrong with Colchester. Colchester is a lovely and interesting town. We like Colchester, honest, we do! It’s just that we went there only recently and it would’ve been nice to go somewhere else this time around. Manchester, say, or Liverpool.
No matter, Colchester it is and we shall make the most of it as we always do. We will miss our Friday omelette at the friendly cafe once again, but they will understand, I am sure, and we will send or bring them a postcard.
“Anyway,” said Tigger, “We can have an omelette in Colchester.”
The deadline for the drop is midday and Colchester isn’t far, so we should be able to take it in leisurely fashion and travel together. Once the job is done, Camulodunum will be ours for the day.