Chapter 60
Going into the kitchen, Paul noted the pile of unwashed crockery overflowing the sink and spilling ontothe worktop. Opening the fridge he spied the pizza box on the top shelf. The only other items in the fridge were cans of lager, and something green and unpleasant lurking at the back of the bottom shelf. Paul didn’t feel brave enough to investigate. He hoped whatever it once was hadn’t poisoned the pizza.
Picking his way back to Thommo’s living room, narrowly avoiding tripping over various bicycle parts, abroken ironing board and a partially dismantled home gym, Paul knew he couldn’t stay there for more than a couple of nights.
“So, your place a total disaster area, then?” Thommo asked before turning on his TV. The huge plasma screen set was the only concession Thommo had made to modernity.
Paul bit back his first thought. “Yeah. Fucking take months to get it sorted.”
He settled himself on the sofa, its springs twanging. Thommo had wisely headed for the armchair.