Wednesday 23rd August – afternoonNext day I go back to see Zia. The curtain twitches and Zia’s face appears. After all the unlocking, I go through to her living room. A most delicious smell wafts through the house. “Lasagne,” she says. She leads me to the kitchen and shows me two huge baking trays full of the most mouth-watering tomato and cheese topping. Closing the oven door, she says she’ll give me some to take home. “You have lasagne for dinner,” she tells me.
I am relieved to see she has no other guests yet. Someone would come and ring the bell soon, no doubt.
“Zia, I found out who called Humps an arsehole.”
“Ah, you find the man. You good girl.”
“Yes, a man called Richard. He hates foreigners. And his wife, Barbara didn’t put an invitation to the barbecue in our letter box this y
