Derek let out an audible sigh. He looked about as fed up as I had ever seen him.
‘I could lift you into the front seat, Derek, if I tilt it back a little. And then Louisa and I could see if we could get the chair in afterwards.’
Derek’s voice emerged through gritted teeth. ‘I am not ending today with a fireman’s lift.’
‘Sorry, mate,’ Damion said. ‘But Lou and I are not going to manage this alone. Here, Lou, you’re prettier than I am. Go and collar a few extra pairs of arms, Derek you?’
Derek closed his eyes, set his jaw and I ran towards the stands.
I would not have believed so many people could turn down a cry for help when it involved a wheelchair stuck in mud, especially as the cry did come from a girl in a miniskirt and flashing her most endearing smile. I am not usually good with
