My aged companion, Crisp, left me a note saying she was taking a break for a week and I’d have to fend for myself. I went back to bed having noticed her suitcase was gone.
What was I to do I thought? She’d left a brochure on the dresser.
It was headed “Country Walks” and detailed walks in the local area. As I knew Crisp was a woman of her word, I decided to make the best of the bad situation I found myself in.
I estimated there were seven days in a week so I needed seven things to do during my isolation.
Walk one was called ‘Uphill to Nowhere’ so I decided as I didn’t know where I might go Nowhere was as good as being Somewhere. Oddly enough the second walk on the list was just that, ‘Downhill to Somewhere’.