“I’m honestly fine, Bastian. I’ve never really had much of a sweet tooth.”
“Christmas comes and goes, and all you’re left with is mountains of f*****g… chocolate. As far as the eye can see. It’s disg – despicable!”
Still, it’s actually very pleasant being back in his house – I should say mansion – again. There is something, I think, that’s inherently good for you about old oak and leather and open fireplaces. It has a recuperative quality.
“Right, well – then I’m glad you see my side of things for once.”
“For once! What’s that supposed to mean? ‘For once’. It’s political correctness gone mad!”
“Have you and Dougal been talking about that?”
“That’s an allegation! I would never speak to that young man!”
“Then how did you get my telephone number?”
“Er – you’ve caught me out there, I s
