The day’s set fair, the clouds disperse
And Robert Bear is none the worse
For bracing walks and serious talks
But here is where the old road forks.
‘Look, it’s been great, and I’ll remember to pass that message on to your brother.’ Robert tapped his button nose and Ratty grinned.
‘Aye, well, it’s been nice having you and I’m sorry about them moles - right pair of cowboys.’
Rosealea appeared in her going-home outfit: a purple tweed two-piece suit as might have been worn by a lady almoner of 1948. It had been bought on an estrogen fueled whim at Newcastle market and was topped off by a straw hat with stuck-on wax fruit. ‘What’s he givin’ it now?’ she asked.
‘The decorators. Like quite a bit round here, knocked up on a whim.’
‘A bit like me then.’
‘I wasn’t thinking …’
‘No.’
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