‘I’ll get this lot tidied away and we can stroll into the village,’ I said. ‘I’ll help. Many hands spoil the gift horse’s broth, as they say.’ ‘Do they? Do they really say that? Oh, don’t just chuck your eggshell on the grass.’ She grinned as she picked it up. ‘You can’t take me anywhere.’ ‘Just put it on this plate here. You can bring the glasses and the wine.’
