Henry did not go back to Wales that day but delayed his return until late the following afternoon. When he did finally arrive back at his flat, he felt grim and lonely, far lonelier and lost than he had ever been before. This time it was different though; this time his life was changing, and he would never be the same man again.
Before leaving he had promised to return on his first two or three days when he was free from duty at the hotel. Joanne had insisted after an evening spent getting to know one another properly, as she put it and culminating in going to bed together and making love once again with equally satisfying results to both of them. He was floating on air as he went out to his car the next day and had to remind himself that he must concentrate on the roads and his driving a
