Pastures Nouveaux [antikvár]

Chapter 1Bang on 8 a.m., the car alarm that had been shrieking all night finally stopped. After a two-second pause, the road drills began. Rosie could hold back no longer.'Mark? You know we've been talking about moving to the countryside . .|'You've been talking about it, you mean,' corrected Mark, hunched over his bowl of Cheerios and flicking rapidly through the newspapers. 'I don't believe it,' he groaned.'I know.' Rosie pressed her hands to her ears. 'They | only dug up that patch a week ago. Something to dopwith cable TV. . .'i'Not that,' said Mark, his spoon dripping milk as hefshook it at the centre spread of a tabloid. 'This. The Mail's got Matt Locke. We've been trying to get him for^ages.''Who's Matt Locke?'Mark looked at her, exasperated. 'Honestly, you're like that judge who asked "Who is Gazza?".