Chapters (84)
- Chapter one
- Chapter two
- Chapter three
- Chapter four
- Chapter five
- Chapter six
- Chapter seven
- Chapter eight
- Chapter nine
- Chapter ten
- Chapter eleven
- Chapter twelve
- Chapter thirteen
- Chapter fourteen
- Chapter fifteen
- Chapter sixteen
- Chapter seventeen
- Chapter eighteen
- Chapter nineteen
- Chapter twenty
- Chapter twenty-one
- Chapter twenty-two
- Chapter twenty-three
- Chapter twenty-four
- Chapter twenty-five
- Chapter twenty-six
- Chapter twenty-seven
- Chapter twenty-eight
- Chapter twenty-nine
- Chapter thirty
- Chapter thirty-one
- Chapter thirty-two
- Chapter thirty-three
- Chapter thirty-four
- Chapter thirty-five
- Chapter thirty-six
- Chapter thirty-seven
- Chapter thirty-eight
- Chapter thirty-nine
- Chapter forty
- Chapter forty-one
- Chapter forty-two
- Chapter forty-three
- Chapter forty-four
- Chapter forty-five
- Chapter forty-six
- Chapter forty-seven
- Chapter forty-eight
- Chapter forty-nine
- Chapter fifty
- Chapter fifty-one
- Chapter fifty-two
- Chapter fifty-three
- Chapter fifty-four
- Chapter fifty-five
- Chapter fifty-six
- Chapter fifty-seven
- Chapter fifty-eight
- Chapter fifty-nine
- Chapter sixty
- Chapter sixty-one
- Chapter sixty-two
- Chapter sixty-three
- Chapter sixty-four
- Chapter sixty-five
- Chapter sixty-six
- Chapter sixty-seven
- Chapter sixty-eight
- Chapter sixty-nine
- Chapter seventy
- Chapter seventy-one
- Chapter seventy-two
- Chapter seventy-three
- Chapter seventy-four
- Chapter seventy-five
- Chapter seventy-six
- Chapter seventy-seven
- Chapter seventy-eight
- Chapter seventy-nine
- Chapter eighty
- Chapter eighty-one
- Chapter eighty-two
- Chapter eighty-three
- Chapter eighty-four
Which was just as well because they went there every year for their annual two-week holiday.
‘I like Devon too.’ It was always being voted Britain’s favourite county in one poll or another, so there was something reassuringly affirming in that. ‘But it’s not Nepal, is it? Or Cancún? Or Peru?’
‘You don’t need any jabs to go to Devon.’
‘No.’ And she couldn’t see the kids getting overexcited about travelling for hours on a cramped plane to see the mind-boggling treasures of the Incas. She thought their minds might be considerably less than boggled. All they needed to keep them happy was sand, a bucket and spade, a few hours without rain and a constant supply of junk food. But did that keep her happy?
‘What do you think we’ll do when the kids leave home?’
‘Hang out the flags, throw a big party and celebrate our good fortune.’
‘I heard that, Daddy,’ Daisy said without looking round.
Edie tried to stop Archie from wriggling. ‘Do you think we’ll still go to Devon then?’
Lee put down his knife and fork. ‘Is this leading up to something?’
‘No,’ Edie said. ‘Not really.’
They watched Jean-Luc Picard shoot some more aliens in the name of peace.
‘We never talk anymore,’ Edie said.
‘We’re talking now.’
‘I mean really talk.’
‘Good grief,’ Lee said. ‘I wish Captain Picard would get on with it. I’ve got to go out to the shed soon and put a top coat of varnish on those shelves.’
‘Is this what our life is reduced to?’ Edie said. ‘Bloody Star Trek and varnishing shelves?’
‘Yes,’ Lee said, kissing her on the nose. ‘Dinner was fab. Thanks.’ He stood up and left the room.
‘Bollocks,’ Edie muttered as he went.
‘I heard that, Mummy,’ Daisy said.
Chapter thirty-two
Chapter thirty-two
I roll out my sleeping bag and lie down on its soft contours in my tent, staring at a tiny spider that’s already taken up residence in the point of the roof. And I guess there’s a more technical term than ‘point’. Inside, there’s just about room for me, my stuff, my very smelly hiking boots and my trusty trekking pole. My home back in England could never be described as palatial in proportion, but this is taking downsizing to extremes. Quite how I would have accommodated a tent mate, I’m not sure. It would have been very cosy. It’s very cosy with just me in it.