Bill played with his trains until the late afternoon and then came home, face and hands black with soot, sweaty and smelly, but also in a very good mood. He had the weekend off and that meant going to the pub tonight and sleeping in tomorrow. Things seemed to have calmed down in the Blacke household and Bill was looking forward to a wonderfully relaxing weekend. He felt great and was sure nothing could spoil his mood.

He took off his boots outside, went straight into the kitchen and kissed Lottie's cheek just because he was so cheerful. "No tea ready... Are we pickin' sum't up from the chippy?" Another contribution to a great evening.