Monday Morning
Monday Morning
‘Sid, your family, they are well?’
‘Tolerably well, thank you.’
‘Cod and chips twice,’ and Jack bounded up the stairs where Mandy was waiting.
‘I was talking to you and you weren’t there?’
‘Sorry sweetness, bit of banter with Sid, not quite himself?’
‘Oh? I’m going to brief the Commander on your thoughts,’ Mandy said.
‘Our thoughts Mands, dynamic duo, and before you ask you’re Dobbin,’ he crossed his fingers and put his hands in the air so she couldn’t argue.
She stood hands on hips and shook her head, ‘Get in Batman, and be good.’
Jack looked at his desk, a note from Father Mike, a computer code for Frankie and Connie; they were used to this now. Other chaos notes didn’t look interesting so he balled them up, threw, and missed the waste bin, wheeled
