“Felicity,” Tamara called down from halfway up the stairs, “can you come and help me with my dress?”
Felicity finished her drink, and called back before the bubbles had evaporated, so her response sounded like a cross between a burp and a gulp.”
“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy!” Unwin shouted, looking at his wristwatch.
“Stop being so dramatic Stanley,” his wife chided him. “Anyone would think you were hosting the Oscars or something.”
It was another 20 minutes before they finally left the house.
Unwin could feel his blood pressure rise to the point of exploding by the time he finally put the key in the ignition and started the engine.
He tried to drive in silence, and just concentrate on making it there in one piece. But the constant interruptions, mainly by his wife, but with
