Harold insisted on a rematch of croquet. Having been cheated out of a win at the weekend, he declared there was to be a match in the evening after work. “Refreshments provided,” he said, ordering a hamper from Fortnum and Mason’s, “I do hope you’ll come.”
“Pimms on the terrace, old bean?” said Jasfoup when he put the phone down. “Or gin and tonic if you’ve invited your mum as well.”
“Of course,” said Harold. “For everyone else, anyway. Let’s just make sure the match is after Lucy’s bedtime. I don’t want my balls vanishing through a portal.”
Jasfoup winced. “Sounds painful,” he said.
Image: Croquet Secrets: The Collected Writings of John Riches