“Well, you’ve passed with flying colours,” Colin said after downing a second bowl of soup. “That was smashing, thanks.”
Martin was glad. There was just something so satisfying about being able to feed someone. It was as if…Martin stopped himself from going down that road.
The two were relaxing in Martin’s front room, a room he mainly reserved for Sundays, and special visitors, not that he received many of those.
“Glad you liked it.” Mentally crossing his fingers, he asked, So, you’ll come and be our guest on Christmas Day, then?”
“Love to.”
“Great.” Martin smiled.
Hugging himself Martin began thinking about what he would make for the two of them. Turkey of course, but…
“So, you like to go to the theatre, then?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, sorry, there’s an envelope from the West Yorkshire Play
