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
Jake poured himself a glass of water and sat at the breakfast bar, slightly chilly in nothing but his towel, forlornly staring into space. As he hadn’t been given a tour of the place, he had no idea where the central-heating controls might be—there didn’t even seem to be any radiators—and this was an enormous, cold space to warm through. He wished Neve were here, not only to turn up the thermostat, but as he didn’t really want to be left to his own devices. She didn’t seem to understand that this was going to be quite a transition for him. But then, the trouble with independent, feisty women, he decided, was they were prone to act independently and feistily.
Chapter nine
Chapter nine
I don’t know when Britain’s weather pattern changed, but I’m sure that we never used to have these awful high winds that we have now. It is blowing an absolute hurricane out there. The sky is black and ominous—which is a bit of a shame because I can’t put the power back on downstairs yet, and having to do everything in the gathering gloom is more than depressing.
Outside in our tiny back garden the terracotta pots are blowing all over the place. There are leaves and plastic bags whipping across the top of the fence. I go upstairs and switch on our little portable telly in the bedroom—at least I still have power up here. I click it to BBC News 24 and am plunged further into depression. Gales lash Britain. No trains are running. All the airports are shut. Ninety-mile-an-hour winds predicted. Don’t go out unless it’s essential. Oh good. This could yet prove to be the longest day of my life.
I flick through the rest of the channels hoping to find something more cheery, but there’s nothing. I’m not a big telly fan, anyway, but Saturday-morning TV is clearly intended for no one over the age of twelve. I’ve mopped up all the water in the kitchen and although everything smells a bit wet, I’m sure it will be fine in a day or two. There are some bubbles appearing on the ceiling and I guess that will have to be redecorated. I wonder what the hell Jake will say when he comes home, and then the thought occurs to me that he might not come home. Ever. I wonder what will happen to the house. I wonder what will happen to me.