Aw. That is so kind of you, Kylie. Thank you for the ace feedback!! Not sure if it will ever get published, but so happy to be able to share here. :) x
Thanks goodness skinny jean guy was a decent, just out walking guy. And thank god you didn’t have an accident!! I’m not sure my bladder would have held out for me. I probably would have used the playground toilets.
When I was younger I never felt like harm was lurking in every unknown stranger but I do now & I hate it. I walk a lot as part of my job & it’s all in broad daylight, in busy places but everyday my thoughts stray to “why is that man stopping?” “ why did that man suddenly turn around & start walking towards us?” Once a man did attempt to attack me, on a busy bridge while I was with a client. I screamed for help & he walked off but nobody stopped to see if I was ok or to ask what had happened. I was not ok but had to pretend like I was so that my client would be ok. And because of that horrible man (who I think was either on some bad drugs or had some mental health stuff going on) I now feel like on I’m high alert all the time. And I hate that feeling.
If Skinny Jean Tunnel Man was wearing red and white Sneakers I would have been out of there - in my head that’s serial killer uniform for sure 😉 (Clearly I have similar anxious thoughts when walking alone - I don’t venture out of our estate when walking alone since moving into town from the country - something I need to work on).
Ahhh I find you so relatable Pip!
I've just rearranged my creative space and placed all your lovely books above my desk.
I'm thinking I'd love to see this book sitting next to them 💖
Aw. That is so kind of you, Kylie. Thank you for the ace feedback!! Not sure if it will ever get published, but so happy to be able to share here. :) x
Thanks goodness skinny jean guy was a decent, just out walking guy. And thank god you didn’t have an accident!! I’m not sure my bladder would have held out for me. I probably would have used the playground toilets.
When I was younger I never felt like harm was lurking in every unknown stranger but I do now & I hate it. I walk a lot as part of my job & it’s all in broad daylight, in busy places but everyday my thoughts stray to “why is that man stopping?” “ why did that man suddenly turn around & start walking towards us?” Once a man did attempt to attack me, on a busy bridge while I was with a client. I screamed for help & he walked off but nobody stopped to see if I was ok or to ask what had happened. I was not ok but had to pretend like I was so that my client would be ok. And because of that horrible man (who I think was either on some bad drugs or had some mental health stuff going on) I now feel like on I’m high alert all the time. And I hate that feeling.
If Skinny Jean Tunnel Man was wearing red and white Sneakers I would have been out of there - in my head that’s serial killer uniform for sure 😉 (Clearly I have similar anxious thoughts when walking alone - I don’t venture out of our estate when walking alone since moving into town from the country - something I need to work on).
Another brilliant chapter
Thank you for all the reading and all the encouragement, Sandra. Too nice!! xx
Very glad you made it home without any accidents. The bath sounds like the perfect reward.
Cheers Kate
It was touch and go for a while there. Bodies are so good but also so unpredictable. :)