“There you go,” said Graham as he pushed the ladder up and closed the hatches to the loft. ”We are insulated.”
“Oh, well done, chicken,” I said.
And I meant it. It’s three months to the day since we moved into this house. He’s not exactly been slacking, now has he?
“What shall we do to celebrate?” I asked a little while later.
“Don’t be daft. What’s for lunch?”
“Sausage rolls and baked beans.”
“Well, there you are, then.”
