The worst moment is during a meeting with one of our new clients, an organic food company called Good Honest Soup. She sits, mute, for almost two hours until Sebastian, whose mood is so foul you can almost smell it, asks her acidly if she’d care to contribute to the discussion. At which point she offers the client some biscuits.I work late that evening and drive home, trying and failing to think of a solution to her mess. At least it keeps my mind off other matters. When I arrive at Buddington, Dan is at the kitchen table, scowling at Belinda’s laptop, as she stands over his shoulder with her arms crossed. He’d told me he was planning to come home early after last week’s Fight Club re-enactment, but I assured him that the whole thing had blown over as quickly as it started.‘Hi there.’ I lean down to kiss him and he holds my face against his briefly, as if seeking momentary comfort in the midst of some ongoing horror. ‘What are you up to?’‘Some IT for Mum,’ he replies grimly.‘There!’ she shrieks, pointing at the screen over his shoulder.
