He lugs another box out of the hired van and starts to climb the stairs.‘It’ll be fine,’ I assure him. ‘It has to be.’As it turns out, we have borrowed a stonking amount of money from the bank to fund this shop. It’s a figure that has more noughts on the end than I’m happy with. But what can I do? I want the business to expand and this is the only way.The rate we’re paying back every month is pretty frightening, too. On the plus side, we’ve secured this gorgeous, period shop in a prime location that is, surely, going to give the business an immense boost. As a happy bonus, the shop comes with a flat above it, so we’ve given up our rented house and are moving in here.Olly is crashing about, unhappily. I think the fact that we’re moving in the pouring rain doesn’t help. Everything looks better when the sun is shining, doesn’t it? This is an old, old building, Tudor, I think, and I just hope he doesn’t notice quite how wonky the floors are.‘Every floor in here is wonky,’ he mutters.My husband bangs down another box.
