About the Author
PAUL GITSHAM started his career as a biologist, working in such exotic locales as Manchester and Toronto. After stints as the worlds most over-qualified receptionist and a spell making sure that international terrorists and other neer do wells hadnt opened a Junior Savings Account at a major UK bank (a job even less exciting than being a receptionist) he retrained as a Science teacher. He now spends his time passing on his bad habits and sloppy lab-skills to the next generation of enquiring minds.
Paul has always wanted to be a writer and his final report on leaving primary school predicted hed be the next Roald Dahl! For the sake of balance it should be pointed out that it also said hell never get anywhere in life if his handwriting doesnt improve. Over twenty-five years later and his handwriting is worse than ever but millions of children around the world love him.*
You can learn more about Pauls writing at www.paulgitsham.com or www.facebook.com/dcijones
*This is a lie, just ask any of the pupils he has taught.
Forgive Me Father
PAUL GITSHAM
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
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E-book Edition © June 2019 ISBN: 9780008314385
Version: 2019-05-16
Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Title page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Saturday 21st February
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Sunday 22nd February
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Monday 23rd February
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Tuesday 24th February
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Wednesday 25th February
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Thursday 26th February
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Friday 27th February
Chapter 25
Saturday 28th February
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Sunday 1st March
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Monday 2nd March
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Tuesday 3rd March
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Wednesday 4th March
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Thursday 5th March
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Friday 6th March
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Saturday 7th March
Chapter 45
Sunday 8th March
Chapter 46
Monday 9th March
Chapter 47
Tuesday 10th March
Chapter 48
Wednesday 11th March
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Thursday 12th March
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Friday 13th March
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Saturday 14th March
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Sunday 15th March
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Monday 16th March
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Tuesday 17th March
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Wednesday 18th March
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Thursday 19th March
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Friday 20th March
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Saturday 21st March
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Wednesday 25th March
Chapter 91
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Extract
Dear Reader
Keep Reading
About the Publisher
For those who werent believed.
Prologue
Scaling the ancient stone wall wasnt difficult. The metal spikes that lined the crumbling edifice were over three hundred years old and those that hadnt been lost were rusting to nothingness. The whole wall needed major repair work, but the cost of restoring the medieval brickwork to its former glory would run into hundreds of thousands and the fundraising had barely started. Besides, who would want to break into the ruins of a deserted abbey?
Nathan Adams gallantly laid his coat over the top of the wall in the gap created by two missing spikes, then cupped his hands. The wall was about five feet tall and his companion, Rebecca Hill, easily pushed herself up. Nathan enjoyed the view as her short black skirt briefly rode up, exposing more of the snow-white flesh already tantalisingly revealed by the strategically placed rips in her black tights.