“I don’t suppose you could fancy lunch at Joe’s Ice Cream Parlour, could you?” I asked hopefully.
“Where’s Joe’s Ice Cream Parlour?”
“Over at The Mumbles.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to visit a branch of my bank and that’s the nearest one with a car park close.”
“Not today.”
“How’s about on your birthday?”
“Perhaps.”
He won’t, though, you just see. He’s wanting to make up for lost time on the living room project so’s we can be all clear and quiet and tidy for Christmas.
I very much fear that I’m sliding into the early stages of cabin fever. Pass the forks and the bridge rolls.
