Lucasta and Eleanor agreed that a visit to the Healesville Animal
Sanctuary would be interesting.
“Are you over your jetlag, grandam?”
“Such an interesting thing as if your soul is left behind no wonder
primitive people mistrust lifts and cameras though the earth travels through
space much faster than a jet doesn’t it and yet we don’t feel jetlagged but
maybe we have a bond to the place we are like that Dr Thingumtight with his
rituals and bright green turban so unflattering to his skin colour though
lovely on an Indian or African I saw a few like that in Malaya lovely.”
“Is that a yes, grandam?” asked Jason, smiling slyly.
“Oh well yes of course I had such a lovely sleep and now I feel almost
young again so nice but I want to write a letter to Parker though when she’ll
get it is another question as she’s gone down to Cornwall with Mr Minim and I
know it’s silly but I do worry about spring gales but I can write later so why
not what fun.”
“The Domaine Chandon estate is on the way. Perhaps we can have lunch there,” suggested
Eleanor placidly. “I’ll book, shall I?”
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