‘Never mind. You were too good
for them.’
‘Thanks DarIing. It was the
closest I’ve ever been, though, to being ‘headhunted’.’
‘Or maybe you were too tall for
them. Remember when we sold the house in Ryton? I did all the viewings because
you made the place feel small. No offence, you just did. Were you moving your
arms around a lot and gesticulating?’
‘I was quite expressive, yes.’
‘That’s it then. Small room,
three normal-sized people and you - flapping about. They probably felt like
they were trapped indoors with some kind of large flightless bird.’
‘Well that certainly sheds light
on why I might not have got the job. Thanks for your input.’
‘So, what now?’
‘Plan B.’
‘I wasn’t aware there was really
a Plan A, as such. But what, then, is plan B?’
‘Writing a bit more.’
‘Not the blog, I hope. That’s
pretty pointless.’
‘No, not the blog. A screenplay actually. It’s inspired by
that new Steve McQueen film.’
‘Oh, I thought he was dead. Have
they recreated him as one of those hologram things – like they do with Elvis?’
‘Not that Steve McQueen. Anyway,
it’s a moving narrative and I think it's got potential.’
‘Well go on then, pitch it to me.'
‘OK. It's the about a free man sold into childcare and it's called 'Two Years a Mammy'.’
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