7
It was a chilly Friday morning and Paul rubbed his hands together before getting into the car to drive to the second meeting of the sceptics’ club.
This morning he met Rob at the front door, and they ordered their food and coffee before sitting at the same table as last time. Paul was eager to discuss what he’d been reading but didn’t want to scare Rob away with his enthusiasm. Better to ease in.
“Do you like teaching?”
Rob nodded. “Love it. Well, most of the time. Every so often I have a student who doesn’t want to be there, but I win most of them over in time.”
“Do chemistry teachers still teach the first twenty elements in the periodic table with, ‘Harry he lives behind Belfast Castle, near our friend. Never nab magnesium alloys since police seek clues, are kittens cats’?”
“Yep.
