Lacey looks about set to self-implode, her face puce with an impending explosion, and is more interested in glaring at Lorraine than what I did to her so-called better half or my change in accent. Choking back fury as I swipe my coat and bag from behind her, I make my way past to leave them to it.

‘Lorraine has been fucking Joe?’ She spits it at me as though looking for confirmation of what she heard, complete shock on that manly gob, and I nod with a disgusted look plastered on my ...