Chapter 7
One night when I got in from work a bit late, ‘cause it was really nice weather and everyone wants to take the punts out when it’s sunny, I found Larry just sitting on the sofa staring at a blank TV screen. At first I thought maybe he’d forgotten to turn it on, but then I thought, no, Larry’s not stupid. He’d have noticed. So instead of going for a shower like I usually do when I get home, I sat on the sofa next to him, sweaty shirt and all, and I asked him what was wrong.
“Sometimes I hate this place,” he said, still looking at the TV. It was still switched off. I hadn’t switched it on or nothing.
I looked around. I didn’t think the house looked so bad. It wasn’t messy or nothing, and the walls were a nice colour. White with a touch of apple, they called it in the shop. “I th
