Chapter Twenty-Two
Later that night Dave is at home in his council flat where he lives with his working-class forty-something parents, known affectionately as Mr. Pessimist and Mrs. Optimist on account of their personalities being like chalk and cheese. They are standing in the living room separated by two suitcases on the floor.
His dad is speaking, “Now, don’t forget Dave, keep the house locked up and don’t open the door to anyone after dark. There’s been a spate of robberies around here lately. Chances are somebody, somewhere might blab that we’ve gone on holiday and burglars might think it's easy pickings.” His mum chips in “Don’t scare the boy.” Dave adds, “OK Dad, don’t worry, I’ll be alright. You worry too much.” “It’s my job to worry and besides, Mrs. Enfield two streets down was
