We had bacon and eggs for breakfast. Mum reckons it’s not healthy, but we only have it on days off, so I guess it’s okay. And it makes the kitchen smell great. I made sure the yolks were all runny ‘cause Larry likes to dip his toast in. “You know what we haven’t done?” Larry asked when we’d nearly finished.
I didn’t say nothing ‘cause there was lots of stuff we hadn’t done. I hoped Larry didn’t want to get into weird s**t like PVC, ‘cause that stuff gives me a rash.
“We’ve never gone punting!” Larry said, and he smiled at me.
I smiled back, ‘cause I was kind of relieved.
“We should get a picnic together and go—it’s a glorious day out there,” Larry said. Then he frowned. “Unless it’s a bit too much like a busman’s holiday for you?”
“Nah,” I said, ‘cause we can walk down to the river ea
