I arrived back in UK a couple of days before Henry, so I had plenty of time to work on my report before showing it to him, doing a little Christmas shopping, and meeting Daisy for lunch.
‘So, Miss Jetsetter,’ she gave me a hug and we both sat down at the table I’d grabbed in Dominic’s. How’s it going?’
‘Well, the places I’ve visited for him here have all been fabulous, but four days on a Greek cruise ship was just …’
‘I thought you get seasick?’
‘I was all right on this boat – evidently stabilisers do work. No, it was everything else – the whole Butlins in captivity thing I couldn’t stand. And the endless buffets with the same food every day. Going ashore each day were the only bits that kept me sane. And fed.’ I nodded at the menus. ‘Shall we order?’
‘Vegetarian lasagne and a hot chocolate, please,’ Daisy told the waitress.
‘Steak and kidney pie and chips and a decaf latte, please,’ I added.
After the waitress had gone, Daisy said, ‘It looks like you left Sitting Pretty at about the right time.’
‘What do you mean? Davina’s not selling up, is she?’ Henry hadn’t mentioned anything, and surely he’d know. He knew all the business goings on in Wintertown.
‘I don’t know. Nothing’s been said, but there’s something in the air at work at the moment. And we’re not taking on any new clients or sitters.’
‘What, no new Christmas clients?’ There were always new clients at Christmas with people wanting to go away and spend the holiday with relatives.
Daisy shook her head. ‘It’s like she’s trying to run the business down, but I don’t understand why.’
‘I’ll see if Henry knows anything,’ I told her. ‘If anyone can find out what’s going on, it’s him.’