Les shook out the blanket and laid it on the grass. It was a chilly day but still nice enough for a picnic.
‘I hope you like chicken drumsticks and sausage rolls, David,’ he said.
The boy looked awkward. ‘Sorry, I don’t eat meat.’
Les mentally kicked himself. He’d forgotten Coral was a committed vegetarian.
‘How about boiled eggs?’
‘As long as they’re free range,’ David answered, falling to his knees on the rug.
‘Of course,’ Les said, taking