Every day I tread the same journey. Yesterday I drove down a road I’d never driven down before.

After writing 5 books on follies and having been driving for 45 years I’ve pretty much covered the British Isles.

When you drive down a new road, you tend to look around a bit. This was Botley in Oxfordshire, and I had to slam the brakes on when I realised I was about to burst through an ancient tollgate.

I stopped and rootled around in my pocket for change. I only had 20p. The toll was 5p. I handed it over, apologising, “I’ve never been down this road before, I didn’t know there was a toll.”

“That’s all right sir,” smiled the tollkeeper. “Would you like a receipt for that?”

For 5p? I burst out laughing. “I think I’m OK with that, thanks!”

“You’d be surprised how many people ask for one, sir.”

My jaw dropped. What kind of person would ask for a receipt for a 5p toll? What are we coming to?

Later it occurred to me that some sorts of people might require evidence as to where they’d been.

I feel a novel coming on …

Update on Delicious Library — nothing yet heard from their Support people.

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