Deb's Digest

I spent part of this week rifling through bins. The artist son sent a text one morning telling me that there was a big article about him in the free metro newspaper. When I was up and about I went to every local station and every copy had gone. Later that day we got the train to Liverpool, and there in a bin was a copy of the Metro. My husband tried to restrain me - to no avail. I had my copy - hurray! And then I found another on a seat in the train - two hurrays!