Chapter 11Simon was exhausted by the time he got home to his rooms on Wednesday evening. He made his way slowly up the stairs, holding on to the banister and favouring his leg. Bloody thing was aching like buggery, he’d been on it so much. He could have a hot bath before supper if he got a move on, perhaps that would help.
He shucked his clothes and wrestled his way into his dressing gown, continuing to ponder the day as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom with his towel. He shared it with Phillips, the other boarder with rooms on this floor. But the other man usually ate out in the evening and wasn’t often home if Simon got back at a reasonable time. Lucky for Simon and his leg. No-one liked a bathroom-hogger.
He didn’t know why he stayed really. He had enough of a wage these
