Chapter 79
Joyce
Just two quick things this morning, as I find myself in a hurry.
Firstly, Timbuktu is in Mali. I bumped into Ibrahim on my way back from the postbox and I asked him. I also saw Bernard walking slowly up the hill. It’s every day now, but never mind.
And as I say, Mali. So now you know.
Secondly, Elizabeth rang at 9:17, and we’re off to Folkestone.
From the looks of it, it’s two changes on the train, one at St. Leonards and one at Ashford International, so we’re setting off nice and early.
I haven’t been to Ashford International, but I doubt a station would have “International” in its name and not have a Marks & Spencer.
Maybe even an Oliver Bonas candle store. Fingers crossed.
I promise I will report back later.