I only have a match on Saturday, so Sunday would be perfect. And there's only so much practice that can be done: my backbeat has never been better, and, as a matter of fact, without you to distract me for so long last year, I perfected my sloth grip roll in a week. Could still do it in my sleep if I wanted -

But I'm sure I'm losing you now. I can almost see you hiding a yawn. So, Sunday, I'm free. Where would you like me to be? The park, perhaps, if the weather's nice? (Maybe one day we'll actually get to go on another boat ride, dead centre, in the middle of the park - you know, when we're allowed to do something as mad as being seen together, in touching distance!) Else somewhere along the High Street, if it's dreary out? Please don't say the bookshop.

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