A phone call to my brother

My brother told me he thought that phone calls from the north of England were clearer than phone calls from the south. “It might be the way the transmitter is facing,” he said.

I’m phoning him most days. He knows where I am when I phone. He has Floating‘s tour schedule and a map on his cork board in the kitchen.

I’ve discovered his love of food. He always asks me what I’ve eaten the night before. “You’re eating a lot of curry,” he comments. “Well, we’re eating late and you can very easily find a good curry house open after 10,” I tell him. “I like curry,” he says. “I like the spices.”

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