“And what do you do?” Phil asked.
“Physiotherapist. Work at the General part time, also have my own private practice at home.”
“Of course, the limp joke.”
Bobby chuckled. “It really was a limp joke.”
That made Phil laugh. “Come on, drink up. My round.”
Bobby checked his watch. “Will we have time?”
“Do you have to be on the next train?”
Bobby shook his head and explained how he had a free day because of his cancelled meeting.
“Great. I’ve got nout on myself that can’t wait, so finish your pint, we’ll have another, and we’ll get the later train.”
Bobby drained his glass and Phil took it out of his hand.
“Back in a mo.”
When Phil returned with the drinks a few minutes later, Bobby made a joke about how Phil was trying to get him drunk so Phil could have his way with him.
“Yeah, ri
