Section 59 gets there on time
At eight he locked the cabriolet and walked over to Jean Luc’s front door, inevitably setting off the neighbour’s dogs.
“Ahh Vernon. Better timing I think, come in. I’ve just opened a beer, want one? Or are you now on a vow of abstinence lest I trick you into signing a contract? Come through everyone’s out.”
They went into the spacious conservatory which looked newly built and Vernon sat down wearily on the rattan sofa. Though his mind was racing his thighs ached and his knees felt strained.
“Thanks Jean Luc” he said as he was handed a beer and a glass. “How did you get on with working out how an algorithm is written?”