seventeen
“What happened? Where did all the energy go?”
As we sat down at a table with a sandwich and a drink each, I was desperate to know why the atmosphere had apparently changed.
Graham looked at me without any obvious expression for a few moments, and then said, “Now that’s funny, Ian, I was going to ask you exactly the same question.”
“But on Monday you seemed interested and fired up for this, and yesterday even James seemed five times more engaged in the subject than today.”
“Well, so far Juliette, Marianne, James and I have all given you permission to get on and drive this forward. You told me you wanted to do it. Then today you walked into my office with Christine, both looking like we’d asked you to pack cakes for a living and with about as much energy as a dead rabbit.”
I briefly wondered whether to ask him where packing cakes and dead rabbits had come from, but luckily he just carried on.
“You are...