"Of course Pluto seems a long way away. Everywhere seems a long way to you! You even think Hereford is too far."
"It is - "
"I know!" he said. "I know! I know what you're going to say - 'It is if you go in a rickshaw!'!".
Ming was gritting his teeth so hard, sparks flew from the corners of his mouth.
He folded his newspaper and pressed the edges against the kitchen table.
(To emphasise his masculine command?)
"But I'm not suggesting we go anywhere in a rickshaw." (He was shouting.) "Not even Hereford!" (Shouting - louder.) Why would we go in a rickshaw when we've got a spaceship in the shed!"
"I'm not going to Hereford in a spaceship!"
(I was certain of that!)
Ming took my hand.
(I couldn't help it.)
(He has that effect on me.)
Then he sighed, rose, made a pot of coffee.
(They don't have coffee on Mars.)
Worthing came down for breakfast.
"Cranmer carried his wife everywhere in a trunk" he said, pouring milk on his oats. "Miss Young told us."
Ming looked interested.
* * * * *
(The Tudors should be banned from the Curriculum.)
* * * * *
Ming bought a plant for the garden yesterday.
It looks like a tussock of dead grass.
Lots of people round here have them.