Chapter 69CranborneI caught the train back to Bristol, held a late morning
tutorial and was on the way home by three o’clock. At Shaftesbury, I took
the Higher Blandford Road. Approaching Sixpenny Handley, I did not waver,
driving straight through the village, crossing the A354 and at the next
junction turned left for Cranborne. Tonight Ian and his wife, Rebecca, were
coming to dinner. I stopped briefly at the Fleur de Lys to buy the
wine.
I had suggested we dine out. But for some reason, Leah
wanted to prepare the meal herself. Not given to domesticity in the past,
her culinary skills were improving rapidly. When I arrived, she was even at
the door to greet me. She handed me a small jiffy bag with a Fedex label,
that I casually discarded in order to put the wine in the fridge t
