I don't think Tom will be interested in what I had for lunch today - or how much I enjoyed it. I did wonder - as I sat at the table intently eating my pear salad - why it had been ages since I sat down for lunch. Why do I always rush through what can be such an enjoyable meal? It seemed slightly luxurious, for I even had the weekend papers spread in front of me and managed to read a few articles. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten like this during the week - usually it's a sandwich gulped down at the bench inbetween one job or another. And when I went down to check on Jono, finding him in Tom's room instead of his own, with a pulled apart Lego aeroplane in his hands, I remembered - this is why I don't sit down for lunch!
PS No investigation required for this air disaster, but Minnie thought she'd try and sniff out some clues anyway!