Christmas Tryst
It was Christmas – December 22nd to be precise – and along with our closest friends, Debbie and Alan, whom we’d known for years, my wife Jayne and I had tickets for a dinner-dance that night at a restaurant in a nearby village. Normally I’d have been looking forward to it but as I’d neglected a bad cold I’d had, and had now gone down with a chest infection, I was dreading it. Then, talking to Jayne at lunch-time, she’d told me that Debbie was also feeling lousy and really didn’t fancy making...