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Nettle (Carew)
2021
Tuesday 22 June
Nettle (Carew): Please ignore the group. I'm mortified.
You: You might have asked me two years ago.
Nettle (Carew): I didn't want to be told no.
You: Then you shouldn't have been born with those legs. Bed.
Wednesday 23 June
You: Major Fenwick rang. "Raw, ungovernable, and the fastest thing through my gate in ten years." He'll have you on Wednesdays.
Nettle (Carew): Did he say anything else?
You: He asked who'd driven you. I said Kev.
Nettle (Carew): Kev was the only one there who wasn't frightened of me.
You: I had noticed.
2023
Saturday 19 August
Nettle (Carew): Kev's put in for his licence. Racing.
You: I signed it.
Nettle (Carew): I know. He showed me the form. Twice.
You: Do you want him?
Nettle (Carew): He'll do.
You: From you, Imogen, that's practically a proposal.