Stense was in town last Tuesday evening, so I took her out for a meal in the restaurant adjoining one of our favourite pubs. It's called the The Cowshed Restaurant, but don't let the name fool you as it fooled me: it's rather posh. Stense had done herself proud as usual (she scrubs up well), but I felt as if I'd dressed a bit too casually. Well, I did once Stense pointed out that I probably should have worn a tie.
There was a bunch of old dears at the table next to us. One of them seemed rather intrigued by Stense and me. I think she was trying to work out what the relationship was between the fat, scruffy, bearded bloke with the greying hairs around his temples and the rather elegant, attractive young woman with the spectacular haircut.
She probably thought Stense was my probation officer.