CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Watching Tony wander into the kitchen in his pyjamas, yawning, I fidgeted, eager to do something.
'Good morning!' I said, brightly, pouring him a cup of coffee.
'Morning,' he mumbled, still half asleep. 'Thanks.'
'I guess you're not quite awake yet?'
He shook his head with a partial grin while taking a long sip.
'Tell you what, I’ll go and have a walk across the Common. Where’s the nearest shop? I could stop and get some fresh bread or croissants for breakfast?'
Running across the road to the lush green Wimbledon Common, I was saddened not to see any Wombles, but I did see rather a lot of dog walkers and joggers doing a bit of exercise.
It was a bright and fresh morning, perfect for a short amble, and I felt thoroughly refreshed after half an hour’s walk. It was
