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I could eventually see where I was going and the big plus, I
was not stopping so frequently.

THWARTED AGAIN
The apparition that arrived at the hospital gates must have
caused some concern. I was saturated, the truck was plastered
in mud and dirt inside and out and hanging out of the back of
this strange little vehicle was a badly battered and bent motor
scooter.
After much pleading, the night staff accepted my gifts for
Ruth and I very despondently began my weary way out of
London to the north.
By now I was really tired and had to stop for some rest.

It was 6.30am by the time I arrived at the family home.

I pushed the scooter off the back of the truck and began to
try and make it look something like the vehicle I had borrowed
just a few hours before.
I arrived at the farm half an hour late to endure the wrath
of the farmer who was under pressure to get out into the fields
in his truck, and direct his labour force.
I escaped before I had to answer too many embarrassing
questions.

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