‘Get fit. Thanks, Dad.’ I had been about to reach for another potato, and now changed my mind.
‘Well, why not?’ Mum looked as if she might actually sit down – everyone paused briefly, but no, she was up again, helping Granddad to some gravy. ‘It might be worth bearing in mind for the future. You’ve certainly got the gift of the gab.’
‘She has the gift of the flab.’ Dad snorted.
‘I’ve just got myself a job,’ I said. ‘Paying more than the last one too, if you don’t mind.’
‘But it is only temporary,’ Fuadain interjected. ‘Your Dad’s right. You might want to start getting in shape while you do it. You could be a good personal trainer, if you put in a bit of effort.’
‘I don’t want to be a personal trainer. I don’t fancy … all that … bouncing.’ I mouthed an insult at Fuadain, who grinned.
