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2024-10-29 19:42:56Day 7. Sunday.
I’ve got myself in a corner of my own making. Should I go to the House as though nothing had happened? Was I expected there on a Sunday? Should I go to the café? It was another beautiful day. There would be enough work, but maybe Sid and I had burned our bridges there, too. Should I stay in bed and say, ‘Sod the lot of them?’
Then I had a genial idea. Go to church!
I hadn’t been to church since being chucked out of Brownies for swearing, and when Brown Owl chastised me, I blasphemed, which was obviously much worse than the F-word. I knew enough about Vera’s habits to know she always went to church when she was ‘at home’.
I imagined asking Sid.
'Is it tactically better to be early or late for church?'
'You never go to church. What’s got into you? But late is better.'
'It’s an opportunit
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