choice. Can visit this one when next visiting Richie – he’s in Birmingham area. Thanks. Leon.
A few minutes of silence. Walk through busy, sweaty London as it basks in the heat, sunglasses turned up to the sky. I’m knackered. Should have been in bed hours ago. But I spend so little actual daylight time out here in the open air these days, and miss the feel of sun on skin. Consider idly whether I might be vitamin D deficient, then thoughts shift, and I’m wondering how much open-air time Richie got this week. According to government, he should be let outside for thirty minutes a day. That rarely happens. Prison guards are low on numbers; time unlocked is even more limited than usual.
Did you get my note about Richie, by the way? And telling me what happened to him? I don’t want to push but it was over a month ago now, and I just want you to know I would like to hear it, if you want to tell it. xx
I stare down at her text, sun bleaching my screen until the words are almost invisible. I shade it with one hand and reread. It’s odd, how it came like that, just as I was thinking of Richie.
Wasn’t sure what to make of Richie’s note about telling Tiffy. As soon as I knew they’d spoken I found myself wondering if Tiffy thinks he’s innocent, even though she doesn’t know him and doesn’t know a thing about the case. Ridiculous. Even if she knew everything, it shouldn’t matter if she believes him. Haven’t even met her. But it’s always like this – a constant nagging that you feel with everybody, no matter who they are. You’re conversing perfectly normally, and then, next moment, you’re thinking, ‘Would you believe my brother is innocent?’
Can’t ask people, though. Is a horrible conversation to have and a horrible thing to be asked on the spot, as Kay will testify.
Reply via note when I get home. Don’t really text Tiffy much; feels a bit weird. Like emailing Mam. Notes are just . . . how we talk.
On wardrobe (latest note trail stops here):
I’ll ask Richie to write to you, if that’s OK. He can tell it best.
Also, a thought: could your crochet author come to St Marks (where I work) sometime? We’re looking to put on more entertainment for patients. Strikes me that crochet, though dull, may interest ill elderly people. x
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Hey Leon,
Of course. Whenever Richie’s ready.
And yes! Please! PR are always looking for opportunities like that. Can I just say, though, you’ve timed this very well, because Katherin has just become A CELEBRITY. Check out this tweet she did.
Printed-out screenshot from Twitter, pasted below note:
Katherin Rosen KnittingKatherin
One of the fantastic scarves you can make from my upcoming book, Crochet Your Way. Take time out for mindfulness, and create something beautiful!
117 comments, 8k retweets, 23k likes.
New Post-it below that:
Yeah. EIGHT THOUSAND RETWEETS. (For one of Mr Prior’s scarves, too – be sure to tell him!)
Next Post-it:
I’m assuming you don’t know much about Twitter because your laptop hasn’t even moved for several months, let alone been charged, but that is a lot of retweets, Leon. A LOT. And it all happened because this amazing DIY Youtuber called Tasha Chai-Latte retweeted it and said this:
Printed-out screenshot from Twitter (now so low down the wardrobe door I have to crouch to read it):
Tasha Chai-Latte ChaiLatteDIY
Crochet is totally the new colouring-in! So much awe for KnittingKatherin for her amazing designs. #bemindful #crochetyourway
69 comments, 32k retweets, 67k likes.
Another two Post-it notes beneath:
She has 15 million followers. The marketing and PR teams are basically peeing themselves with excitement. Unfortunately this means I’ve had to explain YouTube to Katherin, and she’s even worse than you with technology (she has one of those old Nokias that only drug dealers use), plus odious Martin from PR ‘live tweets’ from all Katherin’s events now, but still. It’s exciting! My lovely oddball Katherin might actually be in with a shot at a bestsellers list! Not the bestsellers list, obviously, but one of the niche ones on Amazon. Like, you know, number one in crafts and origami, or something. xx
. . . Will wait until I’ve slept before attempting to reply to this one.
July
17
Tiffy
It’s still light when I get home. I love summer. Leon’s trainers are missing, so I guess he walked to work today – I’m so jealous he can do that. The tube is even more gross when it’s hot.
I scan the flat for new