‘If it’s the Holy Ghost then we already have one,’ Mandy giggled into the intercom.
‘Mandy?’ a squawked reply.
‘Jo-Jums? I was expecting someone else,’ harrumphing at Jack making a funny face.
‘Clearly, can I come up?’
‘Of course, do you have cotton wool and a pointed stick?’ Mandy replied, giggling at Jack’s now perplexed face, poking around the kitchen door.
‘Pardon?’ Jo squealed.
‘You will need the cotton wool for your nose, Jack’s been in the loo for the last 45 minutes, and a stick to poke your eyes out, he’s in his pants in the kitchen.’
‘Too much information.’ Mandy pressed the buzzer, and as Jo pushed the door into the entrance lobby, Father Mike slipped in. ‘The Holy Ghost if I’m not mistaken.’
‘Holy?’ Mike hemmed, as they waited for the lift.
Jo-Jums, never reticent, ‘Wh
