Tony said little during the journey back to the office and Paolo didn’t try to start a conversation anyway. The trip was generally against the traffic flow and they arrived with five minutes to spare before the accountant’s scheduled arrival. As it happened, the accountant was 10 minutes late.
“Fucking accountant... he’s s’posed to be accurate and, like you, the fucker can’t get anywhere on time!” was the only thing Tony said, except “Paolo... thanks. Why don’t you fuck off home now!”
Paolo was in one respect delighted to go home... but would have preferred to eavesdrop on Tony’s meeting.
Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Tremendous stuff - and (re the humour aspect) excellent pacing. I sat down with a coffee and caught up - just had a great read, thoroughly enjoyed it Neville.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Thank you Drew. I really appreciate you reading it. I think you might be the last one doing so on the site☹️ I’m a bit worried about Christopher though, haven’t seen any activity for a long time.
I do send Word version to others outside the Drablrsphere though and they seem to be liking it.
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
I think this story has everything so I'm not surprised other people like it.
I've been wondering about Christopher a lot lately, too, I hope everything's ok with him. I know everyone on here wishes him well and I can't wait til he - and his stories - are back.