Although the rum had quickly run out, Jake had kept a steady supply of remarkably sweet-tasting grass going Ollie’s way. It was only later, after Jake had told him the batch was called ‘headstone home-grown’, that Ollie found out where the ‘home’ in home-grown was. No wonder he had had strange dreams. He didn’t want to think about all the exceptional nutrients the plants had fed off to grow that sweet. Whatever the site specific minerals were he was fairly sure you couldn’t get them in a florist. Ollie thought back to the night before. He had a hazy memory of being ferried across the canal in a leaky canoe with Hum barking excitedly and a message from Nicky – something about Candida? That part remained unclear. What was clear, however, was the image of two newfound friends. Towelling himself dry Ollie wandered through to the sitting room. He must tell Auntie Gem about her ‘ghost’! He must tell them all, but it was only fair Auntie Gem knew first. The phone rang before he could find the number for Peters & Peters.
