TWENTY-SEVEN
‘Ally, ally in…’ Jack called a meeting. It was the closest he came to admin, and the attendees complained the admin should be done by Jo-Jums next time, as they did not enjoy meeting in Jack and Mandy’s garage as it was cold and damp.
Jack was not impressed with the criticism. He had in mind watching the reaction from the Duchess when a search warrant was exercised and her house, and most importantly, her precious garden, was turned over by the filth, none of them Alan Titchmarsh by any stretch of imagination, the extent of their horticultural expertise being a tad south of a scorched earth philosophy.
Mandy took a call. ‘Right, Jo has set the meeting at the Gravediggers, so we’ll meet and have breakfast there.’
There was a healthy rejoinder of support that left Jack might
