It was like he’d bottled it all up until he was safely away from his nan. Theo made himself take a long breath and let go of the irritation that was rattling around inside him. She was smiling to herself in the late afternoon sunshine. Now she was changed back into her usual blouse, long skirt and flat, sensible shoes so she could tend to her flowers and make sure they were blooming. Deep down, though, he could tell she was chuffed to bits. All the way home, she’d chatted about the people she’d met and what a lot of silly fuss they’d made of her. She’d just had her usual cup of tea, of course, but Theo had made himself feel a little better with a couple of rum and cokes. Nan and he had gone for an absolutely delicious lunch down a posh London pub once they’d left the palace. Theo had done a good job at hiding his irritation after meeting Prince James. Even on a day off, she still had to keep busy. He looked fondly through the net curtains on the window to see his nan pottering about, watering the garden again. Which is a load of bollocks, considering what a brilliant day we’ve had.” Theo sighed and offered her a sheepish smile. “What did that kettle ever do to you?” Sal asked as Theo stomped around the small kitchen.
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