Chapter ThirtyThursday morning, and I’m still in the dog house. At least, I assume I am. My plan was to get up super-early and make Will a lavish cooked breakfast – full English with black pudding, his favourite – but he was off on his bike before I’d even got the frying pan out.I can’t get over the fact that I ranted at him for smooching with what was effectively a lilo, with tits and a face. Although I’ve apologised a thousand times, he’s obviously still miffed about it. Still, today isn’t all bad. It’s Rosie’s big shoot, for the billboards for the new shopping mall. I hope Will comes back in time to wish her luck. Maybe then, when she’s set off, we can talk things over in a calm, rational way. Although he hasn’t mentioned Fraser again, I’m aware that we urgently need to clear the air.Ollie appears, still in PJs, and starts plundering the kitchen for cereal, groaning when he opens the crisp cupboard and a packet tumbles out. Some are probably out of date by now.
