watching television with Gulliver. She knew there’d be nothing much on. Nothing of any interest apart from the news, really. And that was becoming less interesting, as world powers mired themselves ever deeper in crises they did not understand and could not solve.
“Come on, Carole. Like I said, landlord’s treat. Large white wine, isn’t it?”
“Oh, very well, led.” She sank back into her seat. “Thank you very much.”
Of course, Carole Seddon would never be a natural ‘pub person’, but it didn’t do any harm to behave against character…just once in a while.
