Saturday, February 14, 2009
Harold lay on the bank looking through binoculars. Nearby, Julie fed Lucy another spoonful of yellow gloop while Jasfoup produced a pot of scalding-hot tea from his inside pocket and three cups and saucers from his trousers.
“I made Lapsang Souchong,” he said, “to alleviate the need for milk.”
“Jolly good.” Harold tutted, his gaze fixed upon the Laverstone Ladies Charity Bowls tournament. “Mrs Redd’s took another mulligan,” he said. “That’s her third in one match. She’s either lost her touch or she’s completely made of money.”
“Or she’s standing on a previously undiscovered red ant’s nest,” said Jasfoup. “Tea?”