‘It’s just lovely to see you all eager for your day,’ she tells me, putting down her Guardian newspaper. ‘Whatever it is you’re up to. I’m so very pleased for you, after all the dire thoughts you had about coming home to England and what to do when you got here. I just hope it’s not too desperately illegal, whatever you’re doing. Is it?’ The question, if I read it correctly, marks a substantial advance in our careful journey back to one another.
