For the first time since Mum had died, I had to eat something else for breakfast, and what’s more, the only thing in the house was sushi. Deciding it would be an insult to mother’s memory, I went hungry, and going hungry is something that I am very loath to do. I had told myself that I was definitely going to cycle, but, with the morning I was having, I decided to let Frank drive me today. I would cycle next time. Also, I had a bit of a fight with Blades over using my own equipment. ‘Why do you need your own pouches?’ he asked. ‘Why can’t you just wear what everyone else wears?’ ‘You hired me because I do things my own way, so let me do things my own way.’ ‘But it doesn’t make any sense. What do you need different sprays for?’ ‘This is regular cleaning fluid, this one’s distilled water in case of any problems with the solvents, and this is something called GOMORRAH. It “wipes filth away for good”.’ ‘I thought that stuff was banned in Europe?’ he said.
