NINE
Jo-Jums was back, and organising. Jack bounced into the CP room, ‘Mumsey alert, if I’m a good boy can I have my deckchair back, please?’ It was a thing, Mandy had noticed, Jack never entered a room quietly, as he so often left.
‘You, grow-up, that’ll be the day, and I didn’t take the deckchair, which would be an order from Stormbaumfuehrer Horrocks, and I quote, “Zis is not a pleasure beach, Yah!”’ Jo did a very good Gestapo General. One of Jo-Jums’ strong suits, mimicking people. ‘You’ve a lot of catching up to do, and seems you’ve made a poor impression on the hierarchy of the Nazi party, and why does that not surprise me. Can you never just accept things?’ Jo was Jack’s matriarchal conscience, Jo-Minnie-Cricket he called her.
‘Jo-Jums,’ he reacted, ‘there is a natural order of t
