Catherine May heard the familiar sound of the Volvo turn into the drive and come to halt in front of the garage door. She breathed a sigh of relief as her husband walked into the kitchen, threw his car keys down on the breakfast table, sat down and buried his head in his hand.

‘A rough night then?’

‘Yup. And how!’

‘Want to talk about it Don?’

Donald May sighed and rubbed his eyes. ‘Any chance of something to eat, Caz?’

‘Bacon and eggs?’

Donald May nodded.

‘Want to tell me about it?’

‘Feed me first and then I will fill you in.’

Catherine May smiled and nodded. As she cooked the breakfast Donald May stood in the kitchen doorway and watched.

‘What a...

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