An Englishman in New YorkChapter 3
Ex headed downstairs the following morning, somewhat sleepy. The day before hadn’t seemed that long but the emotional nature of his and his dad’s car find had obviously taken its toll. That and the fact he was so keyed up had meant he found it difficult to sleep and when he did it was fitful, to say the least. Grabbing some cereal from one of the head height cupboards he got some milk from the fridge and was tucking into his morning breakfast when his dad walked in. “You’re up early Ex!”...