“And I won't be back till after six love, it's parents evening at the end of the week, so I need to nag the staff into getting organised.” Max popped his empty bowl into the dishwasher. “So Will, is Sophie doing voluntary this morning?”
“How should I know,” Will said with a frown, “you're the one who works at St Mary's.”
“Don't get lippy with me lad, I was just making conversation.”
Will immediately felt guilty for snapping, “sorry. Why are you asking anyhow?”
“The nursery teacher has rung in sick,” Max replied, as he closed his briefcase, “we could do with an extra pair of hands.”
“I could text Soph if that helps. She should be in though, she was only saying the other day how much she is enjoying being in the nursery.”
“It would be a big help if you could son, just as a gentle remin
