18 CRAIG'S BOOKBy the time Lek got back from her business trip, Craig had managed to almost finish reading his book for the first time, because he had done nothing in the thirty hours that he was alone but read, except for six hours of sleep in the early hours of Sunday morning.
When they arrived back, Craig was sitting in Nong’s reading his novel on his laptop.
“Hello, my dears, nice to have you back. Sit down or whatever you’re going to do, I’ve nearly finished reading my book. Want some beers after all that travelling? Or have you got jet lag?”
“I’ll have one with you,” said Lek, “but I think that Ayr might have a touch of jet lag.”
“I’ll have one too. I’m all right, it’s just that I get a headache from cabin pressure.”
“Oh, right, well you two keep yourselves busy while I carry on
