“I anticipate we’ll be having quite a bit of fun.” He added, one last sip of that tea and yes now he was finally ready to put the animal away.

“Oh Hilary, parting is such sweet sorrow.” He recited before putting her back in her tiny home. Turning back to Fleabag, he offered his hand. “Shall we, my dear?”

It would be only a short taxi ride away to get to the flat. Irene didn’t cut corners which had been greatly appreciated and he had more than enough privacy there.