The day after Valentines, the too Cheesy Cheescake going stale in the fridge, was Mr Cheese's birthday. Birthdays were suppose to be happy events, this one didn't quite fit the bill.
Jenny's Grandfather had passed away.
Dave found this out just after he had started to nag his brother into going out, having fun and now felt about two inches tall. Maybe next week.
He had never personally known Jenny's Grandfather but he did know Jenny and that was enough. He hoped she was ok.
Later that day, he said a fond farewell to his sweetheart, she was off to visit a friend in Manchester and wouldn't be back for three days. Minutes after he left her he was missing her already.
He didn't sleep well that night, the house was all big and empty. He didn't sleep well the next night either. Then his little brother rang and asked if he wanted to go out.
Hold the phone, Pea wanted to go out?!?!
Considering Pea was usually less social than a hermit, his timing could not have been worse. He wanted to go on the day of Jenny's Grandfather's funeral, the week of Ste's birthday, without Ste and he was asking a Dave who hadn't slept in two days.
Unfortantly the answer was no.
Maybe next week.
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