GOOD as new
What’s that?’
‘It’s a deckchair.’ ‘But where are the cushions?’
‘There are no cushions, it’s a deckchair.’
Danni reluctantly reaches out a hand to relieve the weight from one of mine and we make our way across the garden and out from the shade. She has been home from university for several weeks, however, until today the weather has generally failed to keep up with her summer timetable, so she is determined to make the most of it.
‘How does
