y parents went to Pulborough to save their marriage. It's a place in Sussex; with all respect to the locals, not much of a place. I have always avoided it, as after that weekend 20 years ago they barely spoke to each other again. When I go down to the south coast, I don't use the A29.
My grandmother had said: "I'll have Sophy and Josh. Drop them off Friday teatime, and you'll be down there in time for a drink before dinner." She glanced at the brochure. "Well, it looks a nice
little country sort of place. I'm sure it's what you need. Bit of time to yourselves. Quiet dinner. Perhaps they'll bring you breakfast in bed."
"I hope not," my mother said. "Egg