they hold meetings here, once a fortnight, quite regular really, in the church hall.” stated Derrick.“Well, why don’t we go along? It could be fun.” suggested Mohandas.“Um… I don’t know about that, I don’t think they like uninvited guests. Some of them are a bit odd like that.”“Well, where do they fly their kites? Maybe we could drop by and see what’s going on.” proposed Mohandas.“I think they do it up on the Common, every Saturday, dawn till dusk. Should be easy enough to find them, they even have their own specially made uniform white kites! Sometimes when I feel like it I go up to do a bit of flying, but I can’t be bothered to go to the meetings.”Mohandas yawned, “Yeah? We could go up tomorrow. I think it’s my time to turn in,” he rubbed his eyes “So I’m sleeping in the front room.” Mohandas asked as he started to head up the stairs.“Yeah, I’ll be going up soon, after this documentary’s over. ‘Behind Bars’. It’s all about the people in Holloway Prison. You know, this ‘Jenny’ has committed three attempts at burglary, and had two goes at arson!” exclaimed Derrick, spitting with frustration. “It’s deplorable!”“I wasn’t really watching, you know, if I stay standing much longer, I’m going to faint.”The next morning, as Mohandas was pouring out his Corn Flakes, and Derrick was making a peanut and jelly sandwich, the men heard a knock on the door. Derrick went to answer it.“Oh hi! Didn’t expect it to be you, Rach. Come on in, meet Mohandas.” Mohandas heard from the hallway. This had to be Rachel, the interior designer girlfriend. He had been wondering what Derricks’ taste was like, so he got up and headed to the hall.Impeccably good. Rachel was a slim, blue-eyed brunette with an open smile. Mohanda...
