Chapter 2: The Boss-man—PeterOh f**k, thought Peter. This is bad.
It was the boss-man. Peter had thought he’d finished for the night. It was pretty late. His mistake…it was a nice evening and the chap must be doing his rounds later now the days were getting longer. Peter had been holed up behind the boiler in the big stoke-hole feeling terrible for the last few days. Flu, he thought. Or maybe just exhaustion finally catching up with him once he’d found somewhere safe and warm.
He’d grabbed his threadbare blanket and tried to preserve some of his modesty, but it wasn’t working all that well. He’d been so disgustingly dirty after a couple of weeks of illness that the combination of the mild day and the heated greenhouse had tempted him into the big reservoir of water. It wasn’t like it was
