The complications of Camille
There is this little thatched pub near the canal. They do a decent line caught bass lunch. They do a good glass of chilled white wine. I sat in the bay window, watching a canal boat slide by and waiting for Camille to come back from the ladies. I say ladies, but later I realised that she had telephoned Jenny, one last, absolute check. If you pictured Camille then it would be a bob hair cut blonde from the cover of Vogue or such like. She is a very beautiful woman. So the invite to lunch from one of Jenny’s golf friends, well it was unexpected. I didn’t absolutely buy the advice on her Rottweiler motive, just because I trained dogs as a hobby. Loki was pretty much sussed. She didn’t need help with the dog. …