“There you go, matey!” I say, and I even move my head and pretend to follow his movements. As casually as I can, I say, “I’m just going to the toilet,” and I sort of stroll out of the kitchen, dead natural, down the hallway and into the downstairs loo. I have only got, I figure, about two minutes, probably less. Here is what is going to happen in the kitchen. Fat police lady is.”
