An Honest Joke

          My phone rang at midday today and I slowly picked it up, dreading the sight of Tim’s name or even worse, Fiona’s. To my relief it was Scheherazade.

            “I hear you’re going away, Tom.”

            “Indeed I am.”

            “Didn’t think you’d tell me eh?”

            “Oh God. Not you too!”

            “It’s a joke, Tom. You’re your own man; you can do what you like.”

            “Sorry, bad experience.”

            “You can tell me about it tonight. Let’s go out to celebrate your holiday!”

            The idea of celebrating it rather than being abused was appealing. I agreed. I’m off out in a minute. I’ll fill you in tomorrow.