By the time we’d finished our lunch in Sainsbury’s Graham had relaxed and settled in to enjoying a mini-break from his work.
We were laughing and joshing over cold coffee (Graham) and cold black tea (me).
“Let’s not bother with the shopping or anything,” I said. “Let’s just sit here, get more coffee, and enjoy the afternoon.”
“That sounds awful nice.”
“Well?”
“Nah. Stuff to do. Come on, chicken, let’s get going.”
It would have been fun, though.
