6
HER MIND MADE UP
News of the setback weighed heavily on the Bartlett household the next morning.
The sparrows and goldfinches were doing their best to liven things up in the garden, but inside the atmosphere was somewhat different.
Len Bartlett was pushing the odd sausage around on his plate with moody indifference and even the entry of his daughter Kate did nothing to lift his spirits.
‘Morning, Dad,’ she said lightly, bestowing a peck on his head in passing. ‘Where’s Mum?’ She sniffed. ‘And what’s that awful smell?’
‘She was up ages ago – doing her bit to persuade her W.I cronies to back our marina scheme, fat chance. Oh, and that pong was when I stepped in the blasted General’s dog mess yesterday – sorry about that. You’ve got a job if you want one – my shoes need a bit of a cle
