Even so, the high-end Nissan spends the day lording it in his driveway. While he’s in Leeds availing himself of the technical wizardry which is my satnav, I keep myself occupied putting the finishing touches to my nursery signage project and exchanging final proofs with the client. The job is ready to go to print. Soon I’ll be able to issue my first invoice as an independent designer. It’s been a slow start, but steady enough. I’ve tendered for three more contracts and I’m feeling really optimistic and determined to make a go of this. There’s plenty of work out there for a decent designer, competitively priced. I glance across at the clock. Nearly six. Ewan should be back soon. He said he’d cook, mentioned that thing he does with lamb and rosemary so I expect to be eating well this evening. I return my attention to the screen. Might as well carry on working until he gets home. The sound of an unfamiliar engine disturbs me, the bite of tyres on gravel outside.
