Jake’s reply was suitably obscene. “I thought you were the VAT man or a rapist. The best book I’ve read in years is The Moon’s a Balloon. ”As they walked to the pub, Jake noticed the hawthorns were rusting slightly but still smelt like fresh soap, and the wet, hot nettles gave off a heady black currant scent.
You did get the message, didn’t you? But with young kids, it’s so difficult to get away,” she said to Kevin and Enid, who looked as though they’d been kissed under the mistletoe. ”“And it wasn’t just us, either,” said Fen, holding out her glass for more champagne as the cheers subsided. Dino tucked Tory up in bed, making sure that she took both her sleeping pills. They’re ringing the church bells, Oh Jakey, it’s two o’clock in the morning.
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