Sunday February 17, 2008
Graham called late last night, or early this morning, his last session as bar manager done. He’ll be struggling into consciousness about now–at 09:00–and will be going up to the bars to shut down for the remainder of the winter. Then he’ll phone me, I’ll drive over to pick him up and bring him home, and the holiday camp episode will be over.
Nearly over. It’s not as clean-cut as that. He’ll need to go back one day next week to empty the last of his stuff out of the caravan and give it a thorough clean-up before handing over the keys. Then, at some indeterminate time shortly before the start of the season, he’s promised to go over for ‘a couple of days’ to take the new manager through the essentials of the job.
Once the estate agents are safely instructed he needs to go to visit his mother. Then it’ll be heads down to start out on our new ventures.
“I have a feeling this next phase of our lives is going to be a truly happy one,” I said yesterday when we were driving over to West Quantoxhead.
“Know what you mean.”
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