#mwf14 Blog-to-book Update 2
In times of desperation, I’ve found myself in situations that on reflection seem too far fetched to have happened to the soon to be self-published blogger you see before you. Scared, and running down the footpath with someone else’s house key in my mouth, desperate to get out of clear sight, I wondered what had possessed me to wear high heeled boots. The key in my mouth for safe keeping was an obvious measure to take, just as calling for a police escort had been the only solution several hours earlier that day. I could hear others were being questioned while I'd stood safely surrounded. "Are they in a relationship?" “N-oo…..they--re no-t….” Beside me, all thumbs, the tallest police man flipped open his pad while he checked his two-way. "Do you know if there are any weapons here?" "No. Not inside. Um, actually, maybe. In the bathroom. Or…the ceiling." Everything stopped. We all looked up in silence. I shuffl...