David Stretton

In the bar, Dave sat with a brandy, he was mulling over the conversation, he tried to think if he had missed anything, he was sure he hadn’t. He climbed off the barstool, said goodnight [more…]

In the lobby of the hotel, Dave stopped at the Concierge’s desk. “Are there any good small restaurants round here?” He was asked what type of food he wanted to eat. Sally said an Indian [more…]

They sat in the back of the Range Rover as they were whisked off to the rear entrance to Downing Street. Dave and Sally were led in through a guarded doorway. The passes were now [more…]

Dave woke as the front door banged close, he drunk the now cold coffee Sally had left for him. Coming out of the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, there were two [more…]

The last thing Sally did was to lay out hers and Dave’s clothes for the morning. She climbed into bed at 22.30, the alarm was set for 05.00. Dave sat up as soon as the [more…]

Dave was up at 08.00, Sally watched him from the bed, “what are you doing?” “We are going out today, had you forgotten?” “No, I didn’t realise it was an early start, where are we [more…]

The afternoon was spent wandering round Oxford Street. Sally was in and out of the shops, she hadn’t bought anything until they arrived in Selfridges. “Find something you like and I’ll treat you.” She spent [more…]

At 19.25 they were sitting in the restaurant, as they entered Dave had asked for a quiet table. They were shown to one away from anyone else. He explained that there may be a third [more…]