Chapter Five
Carrie looks really good when she turns up. In her navy-blue trousers and blue and white striped top, she appears a little nautical, but I don’t mention that. I may not know an awful lot about women these days, but I do know they’re easy to offend when it comes to their looks and clothes. She may take my words the wrong way, think I’m insulting her, rather than simply making a comment. And I don’t want to say she looks nice in case she thinks I’m taking the piss. They’re just normal clothes, after all, not an evening gown. So I keep quiet. We exchange pleasantries, then head off.
Before long, she asks me to slow down, and I chastise myself. I’d stridden off without a second thought, like I was on a tab back to base or something. I apologise, and pay more attention to matchin
