Blondie’s song runs round in my head as I climb the ladder. It seems apropos somehow. ‘One way or another I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha’ she says. Easier said than done. Fourteen near misses: a push at the railway station, poisoned porridge, slippery soles, an exploding car and lightning strike. The list goes on. Actually the last was more an act of God than a deliberate aim. But tonight’s the night. Never send a girl out to do a woman’s job is my motto. We’ve got a date on top of the ladder at eight.
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