Tell me,’ said Wendy. ‘Have you ever thought that Tom might, you know, be seeing somebody else?’
For the benefit of new readers, Tom is Mr Dear. Wendy is my friend from the charity shop, and we are strolling through the woods near Chateau Dear with our dogs.
I am in charge of Charlie, who is part spaniel and part bichon frisé (which still sounds to me like a French cheese). Wendy has Jack, a chocolate labrador.
Jack and Charlie are currently chasing a butterfly, and it
