“The nights are getting colder,” I observed as we walked to the pub after dinner. “I think we should put the thicker duvet on the bed tonight.” I pulled up the collar of my coat.
Mark put an arm around my waist. There weren’t many streetlights, and few people were out and about.
After waiting for about ten minutes we managed to get a table in the children’s room.
The family who’d occupied the table previously had left when the older brother pushed his younger sister, making her cry.
“That’s it!” the father had slapped the side of the kid’s head, pushing him into his sister. “James, I’ve bloody well warned you for the last time, now we’re going home, and you can f*****g forget about watching the bloody telly tomorrow, too.”
James had put up a protest, which was still in full flow as
