MID-WEEK, DURING THEIR jogging routine, Banjo was still none the wiser of Andy’s inner turmoil. He just put it down to ‘PMS blues.’ The typical male assumption irritated the hell out of her. Unfortunately, in another typical male fashion, he felt it his duty to solve the world’s problems whatever they might be. So, it didn’t help matter when he suggested having a cup of herbal tea.
‘I heard it on good authority that it works.’
Andy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the suggestion. She halted abruptly, put her hands on her waist, and harrumphed.
‘If you just leave me alone, I’m sure my mood will improve.’
The Aussie was dumbstruck.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?’
‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you but...’
She sighed.
‘Really it’s nothing. I just want
