THIRTY-ONE
Jack woke, Mandy was not in bed and where she had slept was cold. The clock showed almost midday. He allowed himself a big blow of air, maybe another five minutes, and he did.
‘Jack,’ he felt a nudge, ‘better get up.’
‘f**k-off Jimbo, it’s my day off.’
‘Oh, sorry. Mandy didn’t say when she left this morning.’
Jack opened his eye, the headache had gone but as he went to talk so his tongue stuck to the upper part of his mouth. Jimbo handed him a pint glass of water and he raised himself up, wincing, took the glass and drank it all, ‘Cheers Jimbo, what’s ahand?’
‘What?’
‘Watson's foot?’
‘Apart from Mandy being mightily pissed off with you?’
‘She is? I only ‘ad a coupla beers and a sing-song.’
‘A bit? No, that’s not it. I would say it was a combination of all the demos tha
