Chapter 1

This was Fay’s first camping holiday with Joe, and she was really looking forward to it. Over the past six months, what with Fay being a Police Officer and Joe being a Station Manager at the local Ambulance Station, having Joes two children every weekend, and their wedding, they had not been able to have any quality alone time.

Fay opened the boot and grabbed the tent they had borrowed off Barbara one of her friends. As she started to unpack it, Fay glanced across at Joe.

‘What on earth are you doing?’ she asked.

Joe had picked up a clump of grass and was proceeding to throw it up in the air, and watch it land.

‘Don’t you remember Barbara said we were to pitch the door into the wind? I was just trying to find out which way it was blowing.’

‘Oh, okay.’

‘Trouble is there doesn’t seem to be any breeze, so it will have to be a pure guess.’

‘Did you remember to buy a mallet?’ she asked as she searched in the boot. ‘As Barbara said that they had lost theirs last time they went camping. Oh and did you get some spare pegs at the same time?’

‘Yes of course I did. I called in at the garden centre you know the one just outside Sandbridge on my way home from work yesterday. I also picked up a stove, double sleeping bag and a bucket.’

‘What do we need a bucket for?’

‘I thought we could use it in the night if either of us gets taken short.’

‘Yes, but there’s a toilet block down by reception.’

‘I know, but are you going to want to walk to it in the pitch dark, I don’t think so.’

‘You have a point, I suppose.’

After a few arguments about which pole went where they soon had the tent pitched for the night. Fay suggested that they should sort the airbed out next, before setting up the stove for a cup of tea. She had borrowed a double airbed off her brother, as she had not liked the idea of having to lie on the hard ground. Fay was definitely one for having her home comforts.

Fay got inside the tent, and laid out the bed while Joe attached the foot pump to the valve. Her brother had advised them, that one of them must hold the pump in place as it had a tendency to come out, and the bed would deflate again. So Fay remained inside the tent while Joe stood outside with the actual pump. Joe stood in the bell end of the tent which is like a small awning, and proceeded to operate the foot pump, this meant that only his upper body was visible to the passer by.

‘Oh yes, oh yes. More, go on more.’

‘Joe, stop that.’ Fay snarled.

But this made Joe do it all the more and worse still even louder. By the time they had inflated the airbed, Fay felt like killing him, but felt too embarrassed to show her face. So she decided to remain inside, and sort out how to store everything they had brought with them.

After about fifteen minutes, Fay emerged a little red faced.

‘Well let’s have a look at this stove and sleeping bag then.’

Joe went and fetched them from out of the boot. Fay liked the look of the sleeping bag as it felt quite thick and would be warm. She took one look at the stove and then at Joe.

‘What the hell are we going to cook on this thing then? It doesn’t look big enough to put a kettle on let alone anything else. I was going to suggest that we have a cup of tea.’

‘No problem, it’s big enough for what we want, and it doesn’t take up much space. I saw it on a programme, where soldiers used it, so if it’s good enough for them it’s good enough for us alright!’

With that he stomped off back to the car to find the matches, muttering to himself. Nothing I ever do is right in her eyes. Joe returned from the car and began setting the stove up, while Fay went over to the water tap to fill the kettle. On turning around she could see that he had indeed lit the stove, and the grass both under and around it. She quickly poured all the water from the kettle over what she could, and then tried to stamp out the rest. There was now a nice black scorch mark where the stove had stood.

‘What the hell were you thinking you idiot, why didn’t you put something underneath it?’

‘I didn’t think the ground was that dry, or that the flames would be that fierce. I think I must have put too many lighter blocks on.’

‘That’s half your problem you just don’t think do you?’

‘I’ll collect some grass and cover it up, and no one will be any the wiser.’

They finished unpacking the car in total silence.

‘Look I’m sorry okay,’ said Joe. ‘How about we go into Bowemouth and find a café, for some lunch and a drink?’

‘Okay, but you’re paying.’ She turned and climbed into the car.

Joe pulled up at reception.

‘Why are we stopping here?’

‘Sorry I forgot to tell you, when I was booking in the warden asked if we would like him to order fresh milk, bread and a daily newspaper. So I said I would ask you and let him know.’

‘Oh. No I don’t think so, as we’ll probably be out most days, so we can pick our own up if we need it.’

‘Okay I’ll just nip in and tell him.’

Joe was only gone a few minutes. The warden followed him out and waved to Fay in the car. He was a jolly sort of man with rosy cheeks and a mischievous grin. Fay waved and smiled back as Joe got back in the car.

They drove along the seafront, and parked up overlooking the beach. They then walked along the promenade until they came to a small café.

‘This looks okay, shall we go in?’ Joe asked.

‘Yes. The menu looks quite nice.’

As they entered, there was the aroma of ground coffee and hot food. They sat at a table in the window, so that they could still see the beach. The café was quite quaint inside. There were electric blue table clothes on each of the small tables. The walls had mosaic pictures made from what looked like drift wood and sea shells, done by a local artist, which were for sale. In the centre of each table stood a small flower arrangement, and to Fays surprise they had been made from fresh flowers. It was quite busy, but they didn’t have to wait long to be served. Joe ordered a cappuccino and a plate of fish and chips, while Fay ordered a latte and a plate of steak and chips.

‘Well the campsite seems nice enough, and the wardens a friendly, helpful sort.’ Joe said.

‘Yes and best of all, it’s so peaceful no screaming or wailing kids to listen too.’

‘Well what else would you expect from an adult only site?’

‘Nothing I suppose. I like the facilities, what with its indoor swimming pool, the shop, and it’s just a pity that the little café only serves cakes and drinks. Then of course there’s that beautiful lake and view. Don’t you think it’s romantic?’

‘Yeah, whatever.’

The meals arrived, and as they ate they both gazed out of the window. Over the road they could see a group of people had gathered looking over the promenade rail, at what appeared to be something happening on the beach.

‘Shall we go over and take a look after were finished here?’ Fay asked.

‘Why not, we don’t need to be back at the site for any particular time, and it is a nice day. Fancy an ice-cream from the van over there?’

‘That would be nice; it’ll finish this meal off nicely, and after all Mr Whippy is my favourite ice-cream.’

‘Is there anything else I can get you?’ the waitress asked.

‘Just the bill please.’ Joe replied.

Joe went over to the till and paid, while Fay went off to the toilet. When she returned they made their way across the road.

On the beach a sand sculptor was making a fairy princess castle, it was they both had to admit a fantastic work of art. He had made several other sculptors, a dragon, a knight and a horse. After watching him for some time, they went over to the ice cream van and bought two ninety nine ice-creams with a flake in each and some strawberry juice. Joe handed Fay hers, and couldn’t help but smile at the sheer contentment on Fay’s face, as she started to lick at the melting ice-cream.

‘Fancy a walk along the beach up to the pier?’ Joe asked.

‘Yes it’s such a nice day; I might even be tempted to go in for a paddle.’

They walked along hand in hand, eating their ice-creams.

‘It’s so lovely here isn’t it?’ Fay said.

‘Yeah, I’m glad you suggested this place, it’s just what we both needed to get away for a couple days. It’ll help us get over the stress of the wedding and moving into the cottage.’

He leant over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

‘I love you, you know, so much.’ Joe said.

They arrived at the pier and sat down on a bench and watched the world go by. Fay found herself watching a young couple, who were standing by the pier railings who had their arms around each other. How sweet, to be young and so in love. Joe in the meantime was watching a young family down on the beach, laughing and enjoying one another’s company while building a sandcastle. I wish I had the kids here; they would have really enjoyed this place. After a couple of hours of sitting and soaking in the warmth of the sun, Fay suggested that they should perhaps go and buy some sandwiches for their tea, and return to the campsite before dark.

They pulled onto their pitch and parked up. Joe took the two camping chairs out of the tent and set them up, while Fay fetched some water for making a cup of tea. With the stove lit and the kettle gently boiling away, Fay sat and ate her tuna and salad baguette, while Joe tucked into what he liked to call a Joe snack. This consisted of the cheese and salad on extra thick white bread he had bought, to which he had added lashings of beetroot, egg mayonnaise and ham. Fay smiled as she watched him trying to open his mouth wide enough to take a bite, it reminded her of one of those nature programmes she was fond of watching, where the snake dislocated its jaw in order to swallow its prey.

‘I’m going for a shower now and to use the loo.’ She turned to go into the tent.

‘Okay. I’ll sort the tent out and find the torch etc., so as were not fumbling around in the dark for it.’

Fay made her way across the darkening campsite to the shower block. The shower was lovely and warm; it made her not want to get out. She had taken her pyjamas with her, as she didn’t fancy trying to change in the confines of the tent. On her way back she came across two teenage girls who were giggling and pointing towards where she and Joe were pitched. Fay looked over in the direction they were pointing at, only to find that Joe had placed the torch in such a position, that he was silhouetted against the canvas and worse still he appeared to be completely naked. Yet again Fay felt her face flush with embarrassment. She walked on past the girls, making out she was going to the tent next door. Once she was happy that the girls had gone, only then did she return to Joe.

‘Hello, had a nice shower?’ he asked.

‘What the hell were you thinking?’

‘Why what’s the matter?’

‘Don’t you realise that everyone can see you. I’ve just passed two girls who were in a fit of giggles thanks to you making an exhibition of yourself.’

He stared at her with a blank expression on his face.

‘The torch you idiot, it silhouetted you against the tent wall.’

Joe lay back and began to laugh, and the more he looked at Fay’s horror struck face the more he laughed, until in the end Fay was laughing too. She was though, determined that this was never going to happen again, and took the torch off him. They climbed into their sleeping bag, and Joe put his arm around Fay and drew her next to him. Around four hours later Fay woke feeling like she needed to go to the loo. She nudged Joe in the back.

‘Joe, Joe, wake up.’

‘What’s the matter?’

‘I need the loo.’

‘So go, what you waking me for?’

‘I don’t want to go across the site on my own its pitch dark out there.’

‘So take the torch,’ he replied sleepily.

‘I’m going to have to use the bucket.’

Joe was now wide awake.

‘You’re joking.’

‘No I’m desperate.’

‘Why the hell have you waited so long? You should have gone earlier when you could have made it to the toilet block.’

‘You’re going to have to hold it for me, otherwise it might tip over.’

Joe gave a sigh and got out of bed. He grabbed the bucket from in the awning, and placed it between them. Fay carefully manoeuvred herself into position, and gently lowered her self onto the bucket. She started to urinate, but with the bucket being empty it sounded really loud, a bit like lots of frozen peas rolling around a colander. This is so undignified. Now came the tricky part, how to get off without knocking it over. Joe ever practical suggested that while he held the bucket, she should try and drop onto all fours, as there was no way of her standing up. After a few attempts she finally managed to get off. Joe placed the bucket back in the awning, while moaning about having to empty it in the morning.

‘Oh stop moaning it was your idea in the first place.’

‘Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be used, and I hadn’t given emptying it a thought.’

‘Go to sleep, we’ll worry about it in the morning.’

After what seemed like ages they finally fell asleep again.

The sun came streaming in through the canvas, the next morning. Joe got up and went to empty the offending bucket, while Fay was still asleep. He set the stove up and started to prepare breakfast, which consisted of egg, bacon, tomatoes and beans. Fay finally woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. As she was just climbing out of the sleeping bag, Joe poked his head in.

‘Oh good your awake, do you want a cup of tea?’

‘Yes please that’d be lovely.’

‘Here you are,’ as he handed her a mug. ‘Don’t take too long getting dressed as breakfast is nearly done.’

‘Okay, I’ll be two ticks.’

She hurriedly drank her tea, and sorted her clothes out. It was a bit of a struggle to put her jeans on, as she had to lie down on the airbed and tug until they came up. Finally she was dressed. She scrambled out of the tent, to find Joe had set up the chairs again and was just dishing up breakfast.

‘Isn’t it a lovely morning?’ Fay said.

‘Yeah, where do you fancy going today?’

‘I think I would just like to go for a nice walk, maybe down the lanes, what do you think?’

‘Okay, I think I remember seeing a circular walk leaflet in the camp office, we could go on that if you like.’

‘Yes that’s a good idea.’

‘I’m just going to go and give the kids a ring, I won’t be long.’

‘If you have too.’

‘Don’t be like that; they think a lot of you.’

‘I’m sure they do.’

With that Joe walked away, he needed some space. I just don’t understand why Fay can’t accept the kids, they think she’s great. How the hell am I going to make this work? I have Tracey on one side, who most definitely doesn’t want the kids getting attached to Fay, and then I have Fay on the other side, who tries to push the kids away at every given opportunity. I feel like I’m piggy in the middle, how do you please all parties; I just want a quiet, happy life. He thought, as he walked over towards reception.

He took out his mobile and called Tracey. It seemed to take absolutely ages for it to be answered.

‘Hello,’ said Tracey. ‘What do you want?’

‘I’d like to speak to the kids.’

‘Oh so you haven’t forgotten you’ve got some then.’

‘Of course not, why say that?’

‘Well-being as you’re off flying your kite with her, I didn’t think you would give the kids a thought.’

‘Oh don’t be so stupid, and she has a name its Fay remember?’

‘Whatever. Zoe, Martin it’s your dad.’

He heard the kids excited shouts and then came the noise of running footsteps.

‘Hello dad, are you and Fay having a good time?’ Zoe asked.

‘Yes we are sweetheart, thank you for asking.’

‘I wish we could have come with you.’

‘Maybe next time.’

‘Oh could we, please say yes.’

‘We’ll see, now put Martin on.’

‘You won’t forget to bring me back a present will you?’

‘No I won’t forget, now put your brother on as I don’t have a lot of credit.’

‘Okay.’

‘Hello daddy,’ said Martin. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too son. Are you being good for mummy?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well I will see you when we get back tomorrow.’

‘Okay, bye.’

‘Bye, bye for now.’

‘And who may I ask said you could see them tomorrow?’

‘Oh don’t start Tracey; it should have been my weekend anyway.’

‘Yes but you chose to go away with her instead, therefore you gave up your right to see them.’

‘I’m seeing them tomorrow, like it or not, now I have to go. I’ll pick them up at 4p.m. for an hour.’

Before Tracey could say anymore he ended the call, but he knew he would have to face the consequences tomorrow. He went into the reception and got a copy of the circular walk he had mentioned to Fay, and returned to the tent.

‘You’ve been a long time; I thought you had lost your way back.’

‘Look I don’t want a row with you; as I’ve already had one with Tracey. Now are we going on this walk or not?’

‘Yes, yes of course we are. I’ve done a picnic to take with us.’

‘Great, now let’s go.’

Joe picked up the small day sack that Fay had put the picnic in and slung it on his back.

They made their way up the lane that ran along the side of the campsite. It was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing in the hedgerows, and blue clouds in the sky as far as the eye could see. Joe could feel himself starting to relax again. According to the map they had to go over a style and up a hill, where when they got to the top according to the leaflet, you had a great view of the bay and the sea beyond.

‘How about we have lunch, when we get to the top,’ panted Joe.

‘Yeah good idea, we can get our breath back.’

The hill seemed to take forever to climb, but it was worth it when they finally got to the top.

‘Wow, just look at that view!’

‘It’s fantastic, and well worth the effort.’

‘Shall we lye the rug out here?’

‘Yeah, I don’t see why not.’

Joe spread out the rug, while Fay started to lay out the picnic.

‘Did you put the camera in by any chance?’

‘Of course I did, here,’ she handed it over to him.

He took some pictures of the bay, the town below, and then took some of the campsite in the distance. He also took some of Fay. They sat in silence, drinking in the view and the peace and quiet.

‘It’s so lovely up here, I could stay forever,’ said Fay.

‘Me too, it’s so nice to get away from the hustle and bustle.’

‘I’ve been watching the people down there, and they are like busy little ants, going here there and everywhere with not a minute to lose.’

‘That’s the trouble with life in today’s climate, it’s all go, go, go. If it’s okay with you I need to pop into town later, just to pick up a couple of presents for the kids.’

‘I suppose so.’

‘I’ve told Tracey that I will pick them up at 4p.m tomorrow.’ He didn’t dare look at Fay.

‘You’ve done that without consulting me.’

‘Well it should have been my weekend really, and it is Zoe’s seventh birthday after all.’

‘Hmm, I’d forgotten that.’

‘So is it okay then?’

‘It’ll have to be, seeing as you have already made the arrangements.’

‘I do so love you.’ He leant over and gave her a hug and a kiss.

‘We had better make a move, if we are to catch the shops before they close.’

Fay packed away what remained of the picnic, and then they set off back down the hill side.

They reached the town centre in good time. Joe went in and out of numerous shops, but really he had no idea of what to buy for a seven year old girl. Now if it had been Martin’s birthday then it would have been no problem. A football or action heroes would have been the order of the day.

‘Any suggestions about what to get Zoe?’

‘Why don’t you get her a doll?’

‘Trouble is that’s what I always get her, and she’s got so many now.’

‘Okay let me think for a minute. What about that lovely leggings set I saw in Debenhams?’

‘I didn’t know you had seen one.’

‘Err, yes well I did.’

‘Okay.’

They headed off back to the shopping centre where Debenhams was situated. The leggings were a bright pink with a white t shirt, which had a gold sparkly heart in the middle.

‘Oh yes that’s just up Zoe’s street.’

‘I did think it might be when I saw it.’

Joe was impressed that Fay had actually noticed what Zoe liked. Hmm maybe I’m wrong about Fay; she does care about the kids after all. But that still doesn’t explain why she won’t let them get close. I’m going to have to get to the bottom of that at some point.

‘Earth to Joe, are you receiving?’

‘Hmm, what?’

‘You seem to have drifted off there.’

‘Err, yes. Better take these and pay for them.’

After they had sorted Zoe’s present out, Joe popped into a gift shop and bought Martin a Pirate kite that had the skull and crossbones on, and a ball.

‘Do you fancy going along to that café for a coffee before we head back?’ asked Joe.

‘Yes, I must admit I feel quite thirsty after all that shopping.’

They walked along the promenade arm in arm, past the pier to the little café. Again it was quite busy even though it was late in the day. Joe ordered his usual cappuccino and a Belgian bun, and Fay ordered a latte and a toasted teacake. Once they had finished they walked to the bus stop, as they both felt too tired to walk back to the campsite. It only took ten minutes for the bus to pull up at the entrance to the site. They disembarked and walked wearily back to the tent. Fay started to tidy the inside of the tent, while Joe sorted out the car.

‘These couple of days have gone by so quickly,’

‘I know only seems like five minutes since we got here, and already it’s nearly over. Shall we go for a meal in that pub we passed the other day on the way to the beach?’ she asked.

‘That would round off the holiday just nicely.’

‘Right well I’m going for a quick shower, and I suggest you do the same.’

‘Are you insinuating I smell?’ he grinned.

‘Whatever gave you that idea,’ she smiled.

Fay gathered her clothes, wash kit and towel, then headed for the shower block. When she had finally found a dry cubicle, she got undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was lovely, and she stood there for what seemed like ages, allowing it to cascade down her back. It’s been such a lovely break, I wish it didn’t have to end, but I suppose all good things do. I’m glad he’s seeing the kids tomorrow, as I would have felt guilty, especially as its Zoe’s birthday. She thought to herself as she got dried. Joe was waiting by the car when Fay returned to the tent.

‘Are you ready to go?’ he asked

‘Nearly, just got to get my necklace and watch on, won’t be a minute,’ she said as she disappeared into the tent.

Half an hour later they arrived at the pub, and while Joe went over to the bar to get some drinks, Fay went and found a table. The menu had a country feel to it, what with the Homemade Chunky Vegetable soup, Chicken Casserole and Venison Pie. There was an inglenook open fire place at the one end of the dining room, and from every beam there hung horse brasses and dried hops. Joe returned with the drinks and proceeded to scrutinise the menu.

‘Have you chosen, yet?’ he inquired.

‘Yes, I think I’m going to have the soup, followed by the Venison pie with new potatoes and seasonal veg. What about you?’

‘I think I’ll have the same, as it sounds delicious.’

Joe went back to the bar to order the meals. Then they sat chatting about their holiday, and bursting into giggles about all the things that had happened. Seeing as Fay seemed to be in a good mood, Joe thought this might be the right time to bring up the subject of taking the kids on holiday.

‘You know when I rang the kids.’

‘Yes.’

‘Well Zoe asked if she and Martin could come with us next time. What do you think?’

What was she supposed to say? No I don’t want them with me.

‘Err, well yes I suppose so.’

‘That’s great; I thought you may have said no. I can’t wait to tell the kids tomorrow.’

‘When were you thinking of taking them.’

‘Oh next year maybe, perhaps in the summer holidays.’

‘That’s ok then.’ At least it gives me time to get used to the idea.

The meal was lovely. They both ordered an ice-cream sundae and coffee to follow. They were so full and happy by the end of the evening. All they wanted to do now was go back to the tent, and collapse into bed.

‘What about the packing?’ asked Fay.

‘Oh we’ll do it in the morning, there’s no rush as we don’t have to be off the pitch until 11 a.m.’

Fay rose early as there was such a lot to do. While Joe took the breakfast things to be washed up, she busied herself packing the clothes away. She rolled the sleeping bag up, and then deflated the airbed. She was just dragging everything out of the tent when Joe returned. He opened the car, and put the back seat down ready to load everything in.

‘If we put all this in first,’ Fay said pointing at all the stuff lying about. ‘Then that will only leave the tent to do.’

‘Right you are.’

It only took them half an hour, to get the car loaded. Then they proceeded to take the tent down. Joe undid the guy ropes and Fay went round pulling out the pegs. They lay the flysheet on the ground and folded it as best they could. Then Fay cleaned the pegs of any dirt, while Joe took the poles’ down and the inner tent. They wiped the bottom of the ground sheet, so as no mud would get on the canvas. Now their biggest test, could they get it all to fit back into the bag. Barbara did say it was the most difficult thing to do, where camping was concerned. They rolled it and rerolled it and still it wouldn’t all go in the bag, so in the end they left the poles and pegs out.

They had a couple of stops to break up the long journey home. The first to use the loo, and the other for some lunch. Joe drove most of the way, arriving just before three. This gave him time to help Fay unpack the car, and then drop the tent back off at Barbara’s, before heading to pick the kids up. He had decided to take them to McDonalds for their tea, as it was Zoe's favourite place to eat. She loved the Happy Meals, and at the moment they were giving away a toy from her favourite film of Cinderella.

‘Are you coming with me, when I go to pick the kids up?’

‘No I don’t think so. I’m shattered and I want to get the dirty washing done.’

‘Oh, okay. It’s just that I think the kids were looking forward to seeing you.’

‘I’ll see them next weekend wont I? So where’s the problem?’

‘Well it is Zoe’s birthday and I rather thought you might want to give her, her present.’

‘Okay, okay you win I’ll come. Satisfied?’

‘Don’t be like that Fay. I’m not trying to pressure you; I just thought we could do something as a family that’s all.’

Fay left Joe unloading the rest of the car, while she went off to freshen up. Why the bloody hell can’t he just accept that we’re not a family they’re his kids not mine. Tears began to spring from her eyes as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Stop being silly Fay and pull yourself together. She went back down and joined Joe in the car. He gave her a grateful smile and at the same time patted her on the leg.

They dropped the tent off at Barbara’s and thanked her for lending it to them. They also gave her a box of shortbread biscuits as a thank you. Then they went onto Tracey’s. The kids were waiting by the front door, and as soon as they saw the car pull up they ran out to greet them. Joe went down to the house to have a word with Tracey, while the kids piled into the back of the car. Zoe excitedly began to tell Fay all about her birthday party and about all her presents, but Fay found herself distracted watching Joe and Tracey obviously having a row. Joe came storming up the path back to the car. He climbed in slamming the door shut, and started the engine. Both Zoe and Martin went quiet. They drove the short distance to McDonalds, and parked up. By this time Joe had calmed down somewhat, he turned and smiled at the kids.

‘It’s okay you’ve done nothing wrong, so don’t look so worried.’

Zoe and Martin smiled back at him, and soon launched into telling Joe and Fay about her party and presents again. Joe took the kids into the restaurant, while Fay collected the two bags out of the boot. Joe went up to the counter to order their food, while Fay and the kids found a table. He ordered two happy meals, a chicken legend with cool mayo, large fries and milk for himself, and a Big Mac, large fries and a coke for Fay. It wasn’t long before he appeared at the table with the food.

‘Zoe has asked if they can come with us in the summer holidays this year, and I’ve said yes if it’s okay with you.’ Fay said.

‘Yes its most definitely fine with me.’

Zoe and Martin immediately ran round the table and gave Fay and Joe a big hug. Joe then hands Zoe her birthday present. She immediately tears at the wrapping paper, first pulling out the leggings and then the t shirt.

‘Oh wow, there really fantastic, thank you so much dad, I love them.’

‘Don’t just thank me; it was Fay who suggested them.’

‘Thank you Fay, you’re great.’

In the meantime Martin sat quiet at the table, staring at his happy meal.

‘Don’t worry we haven’t forgotten you.’ Said Fay, and handed him a bag. ‘Maybe you can find a use for these, on our next holiday.’

Martin opened the bag, and beamed back at Fay.

‘Thank you,’ he said as he took the ball out of the bag.

 

Anne Prince

 

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