Muskets and Daggers

An old chum rang me this morning while I was out on a windy walk before work. I haven’t seen him for a couple of years and it was good to catch up. It was like old times. He was always hugely entertaining when we met up, holed up in a cozy pub over a couple of pints of best.
My side of the phone call was hampered by a squally wind that kept ripping off the hood of my coat that I’d put up against the rain. We persevered and I was so engrossed in conversation that I nearly dropped my phone in...