There were the inevitable tears over breakfast as Darrell said farewell to Hugh before he (Hugh) was whisked away in his limo to “sort out” the new nursery for the baby son of a very high profile client.
But, in his heart Darrell, despite all the romance of London and London Lounging, had to admit that he had started to pine for the familiar comforts of Castle Greysquirrel and the company of Nigel and my good self.
“Enough, is as good as a feast” he said to himself philosophically, as he lovingly stroked his necklace, and he watched for the train to Wolverhampton to start boarding, “…. and anyway, …. Hugh is only but a Skype away …….” “It will be good to be back home ……. and live an ordinary life again!” What is he like?