Breakfast, or was it lunch – maybe brunch would be more accurate - whichever it was, Mrs C had laid on a real feast for a couple of growing boys. Mind you, we had a lot of energy to replenish after our activities the previous night. Once we’d reached the point where we couldn’t manage another pancake we cleared the table and put our plates into the dishwasher and then went back upstairs.
We went into Troy’s room, leaving the door open and both sat down on his bed. I thought we were probably