CHAPTER FIFTEEN
‘Bugger that,’ said Colin Turner, the local councillor and buildings’ surveyor Audrey had met earlier. ‘He’s full of hot air. Don’t let him bully you. If you have any trouble, Mrs Willatt, let me know, and I’ll rally the Hawksmead cricket team. He wants to put up a bunch of boxes on this site, but not while I’m on the planning committee.’
‘We hope you’ll be very happy in Hawksmead. This party was a brilliant idea,’ said the councillor’s wife. ‘If you fancy a game of tennis, my local club has indoor courts.’
Before Audrey could respond, Colin cut in. ‘And, if you need any advice re building works, give me a call.’ He handed her his card. ‘No charge.’
‘Hi, I’m Jason.’ Audrey turned to look into a lean, tanned, wrinkled face, offset by blue twinkling eyes. ‘Thank you for t
