Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad...

Goodwin scowled at her cup. "With all due respect, my lord, I hate it when you make sense.

There's a little irritation in there.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure, I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.