She was not feeling well and the last thing she wanted was to have to fend off the foreman’s advances that morning.‘Hello, sweetheart,’ he said, attempting to put his arm about her.‘Piss off.’ Polly did as good an impression of a flounce as she could muster that day and thrust him aside to put her card into the clocking machine.‘Now, just you listen, Miss Polly Johnson.’ Wagstaffe looked around to ensure that no one was within hearing distance and dropped his voice slightly. ‘I’m not the sort of bloke you think I am, but I can make things very difficult for you if you continue to be rude to me, you know. I am your foreman, after all.’Polly sighed. ‘Then just get on with your job and let me get on with mine. There’s a war on, you know.’She attempted to push past him but he put his arm out and leant against the wall to deny her. ‘Oh come on, Polly.’ He smoothed his clipped black moustache. ‘I’m not so bad when you get to know me. Why don’t you and me have a little chat together over a gin and it tonight, eh?
