Laura sat on the side of the bed and stroked my face.
“I’m not surprised after all we put you through. You must be exhausted. Would you like a bacon sandwich? We’ve got that nice brown whole meal loaf you like. I’ll do the bacon really crispy for you!”
“Oh yes, that sounds fantastic,” I croaked. I had a vague suspicion that Laura would respond with ‘go and make it yourself then’, but she didn’t.
“I’ll make one for Chrissy too. She loves bacon butties1,” Laura said and hurried off downstairs.
“Bacon butties!” I heard a muffled voice from the other pillow mimicking Laura’s middle class accent. Christine turned around and leaned over to kiss me.
“The phrase ‘bacon butties’ never quite sounds right coming from a Southerner,” she grumbled.
“You ungrateful cow!” I laughed. “Are you alway
