Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

aircraft hangar,’ I said.
‘Well, you could always get fit in the meantime and go and do some of your
personal training stuff with Patrick here.’
‘Get fit. Thanks, Dad.’ I had been about to reach for another potato, and now
changed my mind.
‘Well, why not?’ Mum looked as if she might actually sit down – everyone
paused briefly, but no, she was up again, helping Granddad to some gravy. ‘It
might be worth bearing in mind for the future. You’ve certainly got the gift of
the gab.’
‘She has the gift of the flab.’ Dad snorted.
‘I’ve just got myself a job,’ I said. ‘Paying more than the last one too, if you
don’t mind.’
‘But it is only temporary,’ Patrick interjected. ‘Your Dad’s right. You might
want to start getting in shape while you do it. You could be a good personal
trainer, if you put in a bit of effort.’
‘I don’t want to be a personal trainer. I don’t fancy … all that … bouncing.’ I
mouthed an insult at Patrick, who grinned.
‘What Lou wants is a job where she can put her feet up and watch daytime
telly while feeding old Ironside there through a straw,’ said Treena.
‘Yes. Because rearranging limp dahlias into buckets of water requires so much
physical and mental effort, doesn’t it, Treen?’
‘We’re teasing you, love.’ Dad raised his mug of tea. ‘It’s great that you’ve got
a job. We’re proud of you already. And I bet you, once you slide those feet of
yours under the table at the big house those buggers won’t want to get rid of
you.’
‘Bugger,’ said Thomas.
‘Not me,’ said Dad, chewing, before Mum could say a thing.