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Over the years, Frank and his wife had got used to eating their evening meal just before going to bed. When he ended up working late, she’d originally left his portion in the microwave for him, but had gradually decided to wait up for him so they could eat together. Since she’d been disabled, Frank had usually been the one to rustle up the meals in any case.
Still, there wasn’t long left now. Frank had finally made the decision to retire, and would tell Jack at some point this week. They’d done the sums and realised they’d be pretty comfortable, especially if they managed to relocate.
‘I’m coming round to the idea of Cornwall myself,’ he said.
‘Too expensive,’ his wife replied. ‘Too many people buying second homes. We wouldn’t be left with much after selling this place and buying do
