His decline had started two days ago during my first date with Rosalind. Perhaps he’d been jealous?
Yesterday, I’d received a call offering life insurance. Rosalind then popped round to ask about wills. Mine is organised – should Harold die before me everything goes to my partner (if I have one) or a national bird charity.
Mustn’t be late.
I noticed the car approaching but felt confident I had enough time to cross safely. However, the car sped up - Rosalind waving at me from the driver’s seat.