Chapter Twenty-TwoAs usual Will was up early, searching in the kitchen for nappy sacks.
“They're in the utility, along with Esme's other stuff,” Flora patiently told him, after he had grumbled about not being able to find anything.
Max strode into the room, his new velour dressing gown flapping open.
“Oh love, go back to bed,” Flora admonished, “you're on holiday.”
“I'm up now,” Max was rubbing his temple, “I've drank far too much this Christmas, have we any Alka-Seltzer?”
Flora pulled open a cupboard and passed him the box.
“Now I really need to get on with cooking the food,” Flora's tone was uncharacteristically bossy, “I've got a freezer full to prepare.”
“Are you sure this New Year's Eve soiree is a good idea?” Max poured himself a glass of water and they all stared at the fizzi
