Lucy nodded slowly. “So this is your activism now?”
“Fighting in the street is a young person’s game,” Baz said. “We’ve been there, done that, got the scars from it. And I mean that literally.” Mike shot him a look at that. “I’m probably going to need a knee replacement in a few years,” he said. “Blew it out badly running from some skinheads in 1997 and it’s never been right since. So yeah, now my praxis is being on the parish council, and making friends with the fibre arts club.”
“The post box topper,” Lucy said. “There was one for Pride Month.”
“We didn’t suggest that to them,” Mike said. “They did it because they’ve known us for years, and now we’re those nice gay husbands in the big old place that they’ve done up really nicely.”
“You invite people here a lot,” Lucy said. “So they c
