Sublime

Somewhere in Aldleigh James Bower was taking off his tie, and pouring himself a glass of wine – in fact (Thomas smiled at his own foolishness) there was Maria, look, there she was, having clambered out of the shopping trolley and abandoned Dimi on the Lowlands lawn, and wandered down Lower Bridge Road. She leaned against the doorframe admiring the

thirty and forty;

wandering through the empty house desperately gathering in any traces of her presence;

Lah-E-Laa,

She was relieved to find that the house was awash with delicious smells of roast chicken and the distinct aromas of garlic, feta and tomatoes baking. She knew at once that Neil must be preparing her favourite supper, Greek chicken.

As if I was a juice fast, or a series of TED talks.