“Go father Jarvis!” Luis calls out, laughing heartily, when I relay the conversation from the night before.
“It took me ages to calm him down, I thought he was going to fight with Tim on his artificial lawn. Eventually, he made me promise that if Tim did anything else, I would tell him. I almost felt sorry for Tim, but not quite. He was telling mum that his name was never to be mentioned in the house again. I definitely think I heard ‘dirty his door step’ and ‘woe betide him’ a few times as well.” I concluded, laughing while trying to walk over the cobbles.
Wrapping my scarf closer to my neck, it keeps the icy January chill at bay for now. An entire month had passed by since we made our promise presents, and admitting that neither of us had made much headway, we agreed today would be t
