"It’s just a two-mile walk to the village, and then one bus for about an hour," Jen says thoughtfully, checking the map on her phone over breakfast.
We are finally going to visit one of the local towns.
After the last month, I am more than ready to get away from Exton for a few hours.
"That’s doable," I mutter, swiping away yet another notification from my inbox.
Another day, another change to the patrol rota.
Maybe it had been short-sighted of me to insist every swap came through me. After five weeks, it is becoming harder to keep up.
As people settle into clubs, extra training and social plans, the rota shifts constantly, and trying to keep everything balanced is wearing me down.
I definitely need a day out.
"Ugh, you’re doing it again." Jen takes my phone from my hand and sets i
