Chapter 30
Bed Ed:
White cotton T-shirt
Tartan pyjama bottoms
Battered vintage sheepskin moccasins
Leather bracelet from ‘the M she thought she might cry.
Maybe I should turn back now? She asked herself as Cher wondered how to turn back time from the loudspeakers.
Must have coffee… was the next coherent thought, so several miles later she pulled off into a service station that, well, if Cher had found herself standing in this entrance foyer, she may well think she’d succeeded in her time-travelling mission.
The next two hours were a blur… there was the caffeine buzz and that did definitely help.
Then there was just sinking into a deep, calm state of tired but alert concentration.
She got Siri to play her country and western songs, especially on a trucking theme.
She tucked in behind a great, shiny white lorry and followed it steadily for mile after mile, pretending she was a lorry driver on the nightshift, carrying an urgent delivery of up-to-the-moment fuzzy jackets, this season’s winter must-have to the fashion-hungry Glasgow hoards.
‘Beep, beep, beep, we’ve got to get the chocolate-brown fleece and sequinned party dresses through,’ she said out loud. ‘Oh my God, I’m delirious,’ she added, also out loud. ‘Owen, I can’t believe I’m doing this.’