Sam and Tim had a small room at the back of the Mohan house. There was only one sagging double bed, which they had to share, and the meagre furniture was scruffy, but boarding with Mrs. Mohan suited them. He walked over to the alarm clock and switched it off. Then he leaned over Tim and shook his shoulder, hard. “Come on. Get up. We’ve promised rabbits to at least six people and we don’t want to disappoint them.” “Sod them,” muttered the other man, opening one eye. “It’s not even bleeding daylight yet. How come you’re dressed already?” Sam pulled away the blankets. “Get up! Now!” Tim curled up tighter. “Please, Sam. I can’t go. My ankle’s killing me. I can’t even get my boot on. Let me sleep just a bit longer.” Sam stood over him for a moment. “All right, you lazy sod. I’ll give you half an hour. I’ll go and lay the nets. But when I get back, no mithering or moaning. You’d better be ready to go.” “I will,” muttered Tim. “I promise.” “Half an hour.
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