CHAPTER 28
By the end of September Doug was making overtures to me about going onto his permanent staff. I was flattered but it wasn’t what I wanted for the future. I was thirty two years old and I wanted to bury the turmoil of the last few years and start again like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
I thanked Doug for his offer saying I’d happily fill in when he needed extra help but I wanted it to remain an informal cash in hand arrangement. He accepted this with good grace but apologetically pointed out that, in that case, I’d have to vacate the flat. I’d expected as much and had already been putting out feelers for other accommodation.
As luck would have it the old man known as Phil who sat in the pub each evening with his Guinness and newspaper had passed away a couple of weeks befo
