A new Job for Wendy
I'm staying the night.
A hand delivered letter was waiting for me when I got home on the day the company broke up for the annual summer holiday. “I don’t believe this shit,” I looked again, but I’d read it right, I’d been made redundant.Without speaking I handed it to Wendy my wife. “Oh for God’s sake,” she raged, “The bastards, the absolute bloody bastards.”“Everyone’s out,” I said, “They’ve shut the bloody place down.”“The house,” she gasped...