'Some things are more fun with two, an' all,' he mutters, but does sigh as well, and roll over. It's a struggle, but he drags himself up so he's slumped against the headboard. It's a bit of a fight to keep hie eyelids up, so he finds a cigarette in the hope it'll help.

'What's with all the salad? Don' think I ever saw you eat one in Fenchurch.'