The Ghost

And the money will be good. The kids won’t starve.’ ‘I don’t have any kids.’ ‘No,’ said Rick with a wink, ‘but I do.’

Now I remembered why I disliked cycling: bicycles don’t have roofs, they don’t have windscreens and they don’t have heaters.

I’m what the English would call ‘fastidious’ and the Americans ‘tight-assed’: I don’t like eating food that’s been on someone else’s plate, or drinking from the same glass, or wearing clothes that aren’t my own.