INDEX
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
About Clare London
CHAPTER 1
“No,” I said. “No way.”
I’d had a crappy day on the phone receiving nothing but ‘sorry Mr Cooper, you haven’t been successful this time, you’re the wrong man for this part’, then the additional information I was too young/tall/fat/thin/cute/not-remotely-cute/desperate/delete where applicable, and call us again in the new year. I badly needed consolation hot chocolate, it was bitterly cold in the village church hall, and I’d discovered my left boot wasn’t fully waterproof when I crunched through the sudden fall of snow in the car park.
How long before sodden toes rotted and fell off, I wondered? I played a medieval beggar in a
