As a little experiment, I have put the Kindle version of Argleton on sale, so if you’d like to support my writing you can now do so even more cheaply than before! Here are the current prices (the confusion over the US price is because it shows up at $1.20 to me, but I had set it at 99¢ and have had a comment to say that that is actually what it’s selling for actually in the US):
- Kindle UK – 77p
- Kindle US – $1.20/99¢
- Kindle France – 89¢
- Kindle Germany – 89¢
- Kindle Spain – 89¢
- Kindle Italy – 89¢
Have at it!
Do you know where we’re going?” Charlie peered over the neatly trimmed hawthorn hedge into the field beyond. At its edge was a small pavilion, weatherboards and railings painted fresh white, beams and pillars in crisp black. Although the roof sagged a little, every decorative ridge tile was in place. Numbers painted in the small gable above the main door revealed it had been built in 1887.
“I have the precise co-ordinates of — well, you’ll see! — plugged into my map,” said Matt, brandishing his phone.
Thwack! came the unmistakable sound of cricket. The pitch was in play, men in cricket whites standing around in various states of relaxation. The bowler approached the wicket in a loping run, rolled his arm over and let go of the ball. Despite looking slightly harried, the batsman hit a four and a gentle cheer drifted through the air along with the scent of newly mown grass.
“Ah, there’s nothing like cricket to prove that summer has finally come,” Matt said, as they set off along the path that skirted the pitch. “You know anything about it?”
“A bit,” said Charlie.
“Never really figured it out, myself. All I know is that the team with the score most like a telephone number wins.”
“Well, that does rather depend.” Charlie glanced at the outfield where a portly gentleman stumbled backwards, trying to make a catch. “If they don’t finish play, say because of bad light or rain, then the second team doesn’t get a fair go, so the result has to be calculated.”
“Why does the ref wear a lab coat?”
“Umpire. The guy in the white coat is an umpire.”
“OK, so why does the umpire wear a lab coat? He’snot going to break off play for a quicky dissection halfway through, is he?”