Wednesday 18th October – eveningThe Mercedes has just come into the driveway. I rush out to greet Humps. He’s happy to see me, but his face is drawn. He can’t have had much sleep. Maybe he hasn’t eaten much either. Because I didn’t know what time he was arriving, I made vegetable lasagne, which will keep in the oven.
He looks unsettled. I know my Humps. “Darling, what on earth’s the matter?”
He sits down on the sofa in his dark blue suit. He’s come straight from work. That’s a first because usually when he gets home, he comes and says hello to me, then changes into his jeans. He sighs.
“Darling you must tell me.”
“There’s an enormous problem at work.”
“Well,” I say, shaking my head, “what is it? Tell me.”
“It’s not easy...”
“Maybe but just try and tell me.”
His voice shakes: Money’
