cost: £70 'No, not raspberry, I think we have to go with . . . AuntyDinah's homemade plum.' 'I'm thinking thick white bread toast with butter and honey,' Ed was telling Owen as they walked along the pavement together. 'Yup, toast,' Owen agreed, 'but not honey. How about peanut butter with jam?' 'Mmmm,' Ed had to concede, 'I like your style. Peanut butter with raspberry jam?' 'No . . . not raspberry, I think we have to go with . . .' Owen considered carefully for a minute then threw down the decider, 'Aunty Dinah's homemade plum.' 'Plum! Yes!' Ed nodded, full of enthusiasm. 'We have a winner. Do we have white bread and peanut butter in the house? Or do we have to stop at the shop?' Monday to Friday, Ed, who was head of the music department at Lana and Owen's school, walked home with Owen. Lana, being older, would rather have had hot needles stuck into her eyeballs than be seen walking home with a teacher, obviously. But Owen wasn't quite so fussy. Anyway, Ed and Owen would usually talk a little bit about how their day had gone, but as both had hearty appetites, which the twenty-minute walk home always seemed to sharpen, the main focus of the journey was on planning their afternoon snack. 'We're not going to have time to eat supper before the recital this evening, so we're going to need a lot of jam and peanut butter,' Ed warned. 'Is Mum coming to see me play?' Owen wondered. 'I hope so, she said she would,' came Ed's reply.
