Harold scowled. "I've had enough," he said. "Julie's been acting oddly round me for days. I'm going to find her and clear the air."
"Good for you Harold." Jasfoup was watering the indoor herbs. "Go and apologise. It's the right thing to do."
"I will." Harold paused. "Wait! Apologise? Apologise for what?"
"Whatever you've done, Harold. Whatever you've said. What you might do. What you can't remember doing. What somebody else did and if all fails, for existing."
"Perhaps she should apologise to me."
"I doubt it, old chap. She remembered your birthday."