29th March came and went. We did not crash out without a deal. I applied for at least a dozen jobs. My current job proved to be both frustrating and intriguing. I still worked mainly with Menna, Cathy and Camille and still felt as though they were all hiding something from me.
I still knew almost nothing about my colleagues, despite having had ample opportunity to observe them. Menna was from Wales, but from a different part to Marnie, chatty on occasion, short and stout. She wore her curly grey-brown hair tied back off her face and regarded the world shrewdly with brown eyes. I learned that she had a husband called Evan and three grown-up children, all of whom still lived in Wales. She was tight-lipped on the subject as to why she came to Derby alone to work in admin for an archaeologica
