“This is bloody heavy.”
Trevor had hold of one end of the sofa helping Paul wrestle it
outside.
“Wimp.” They dumped the
sofa in the middle of the lawn.
“The skip I arranged is
still coming this afternoon?” Trevor wiped his hands on his jeans;
the sofa was filthy from the silt which the water had carried along
with it.
“They said they’d be here
at about two o’clock.”
Trevor looked at his
watch. “Best get a move on, then.”
“It’s very good of you to
offer to help like this.”
“What are friends for?”
Trevor got a buzz out of helping, being of use.
“Thanks. Uh, Thommo, Pete
and Baz said they’d help out this afternoon. In fact they should be
here soon.”
“That’s good.” Trevor went
back inside to see what else needed to be dumped. He hoped the
dining room table and chairs coul
