I arranged to meet Liam in the park for lunch, telling him I’d supply the sandwiches. He’d complained that I always brought the food, but after I’d asked him if he had the facilities to make up sandwiches, he was forced to concede he didn’t. He also said he was totally hopeless in the kitchen.
I sat on a partially shaded park bench, awaiting my fate. Fortunately I didn’t have to wait long.
“’Ello, ’ello, ’ello,” he said, bending his knees, his customary wide grin plastered on his face.
However, I was so perturbed, I barely smiled in return.
“What is it, Ernest? You’ve been distracted for the past week now,” he said, sitting down next to me and giving my knee a squeeze.
“I know,” I said quietly, handing over his food. “Listen, Liam, I’ve got something I need to tell you. It’s been e
