“This is as good as I remember it.” Shelly was tucking into her lunch. “Mmm, can’t beat great British pub grub.”
Rose smeared mustard on the side of her plate. “What’s it like?”
“Hmm? The beef’s divine.”
“I meant Australia,” Rose said with a laugh.
“Hot. Vast. Beautiful.”
“What about the spiders?” Rose asked, with a shudder.
“Never come across the poisonous sort. Snakes, on the other hand, yep. Bruce has caught a few.”
“Bruce?”
“He’s our dog, Rose. Harry bought him when we moved in together.” She fished in her bag for her phone. “He’s still a puppy, a bit of a handful but adorable. Here he is.” She flipped her phone onto its side.
“Ah!” Rose cooed at the picture on the screen of a close-up shot of a black and white dog. “Is he a Dalmatian?”
“Yep. Staying with friends until
