In dead of night

Yet another mission of mercy. Like something out of Thunderbirds, I got a call from a damsel in distress. Apparently she had forgotten to order a book for her partner’s Christmas and was wary of him finding nowt underneath the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Especially since he had dropped enough hints about what he wanted for Christmas!

Anyway, I got a phone call, could I help out? This proved entirely beneficial because she hadn’t realised I had produced two books on the Scottish Championship so far, so she also ordered the 1980s decade as well as the much desired latest release covering the 1990s.

So there I was, like Santa’s little helper, delivering a couple of books to a much relieved customer at dead of night in a motorway service station, just like last year, only different circumstances.

As to who this person might be, my lips are sealed, and he’ll never know, thereby solving the damsel’s dilemma and soothing her anxiety. Happy days, eh?

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