On Monday morning, Rose arrived at work almost thirty minutes early. Fulham Banking was still in darkness as she keyed in the entry code.
“Morning.” Ron ambled towards her. “You’re keen, lass.”
“I need a chat with management.” Rose stuffed her bag underneath her desk. “Holiday entitlement.”
“Good for you.” Ron leaned on the desk. “Betsy and I are going to Cornwall again. St Ives. We love it down there. Where are you off to?”
“Abroad, Ron, for the first time ever.”
“You mean you’ve never flown?”
“Nope.” Rose bit her lip. “Is it… have you?”
“Oh yes.” Ron pulled the end of his moustache. “We’ve been to Thailand…” he held up seven digits to denote how many times.
“I’m going to Majorca, which is only a two hour flight, thank goodness.”
“Last time we went, the turbulence was dreadf
