Trying to teach high schoolers has tried and tested Geordie's patience to the limit. He's mentally exhausted. Having our lunch at the pub was supposed to be chill out time but Geordie's wolfed his food and washed it down with a pint, now is waiting impatiently for us to finish our dinner.
“I think giving these numskulls combat training is gonna be a waste of our time. I'll think of a better phase two.”
“You can't teach someone to wield a sword in a day.” Charlie swirls rice round with his fork trying to ignore the fact that Geordie's eyeballing his almost full plate.
“I ain't stupid. Knew it'd take time. But this lot are hopeless. Some cheerleader was howling over a broken fingernail. We've got Milo thinking he's a pirate, and a couple of jocks who don't know left from right. All the w
