‘Oh, go on!’
‘I’d do it for you.’
‘No. If you’re sick, Tim, call in yourself.’
Jenny flicked the electric kettle on and started making her tea. Tim gave her a dirty look and went to the phone. He dialled, staring at her all the time. She gave him a smug look as she put the tea bag in a mug.
‘Hi, it’s Tim. I’m really crook, I’m sorry.’
There was a pause as he listened to the response. Suddenly, he grimaced.
‘Yeah, I know it’s double-time. But, I’m sick.’
Jenny started to giggle as she went to the fridge for the milk.
‘Well, I hope I’ll be ok for tomorrow. Yeah, bye.’
He hung up the phone.
‘Double-time? Oh, you must be sick to miss that.’
‘Double-time? Why the hell is it double-time?
‘It’s Easter, you nong.’
Tim gave Jenny a dirty look. ‘Yeah.’