Meanwhile, Grace had started preparing the fish for dinner. She had assembled the prawn cocktails for starters, and a couple with egg mayonnaise instead of prawns, as she knew from past experience that the children were fussy eaters. She was now stuffing the mackerel with oatmeal and mustard, just as her mother had taught her. The children would be having a slice of chicken pie each, leftover from Grace and d**k's supper the night before. She found it such a pain catering for children, but these particular two were well-mannered and charming, so she really didn't mind too much.
Just as she was garnishing the fish with a slice of lemon, the door opened and d**k walked in carrying two parcels. Grace sincerely hoped that they contained the lamb for her Sunday roast.
“Here you go dear,” d**k
