The one thing he wanted was a table tennis table. The one thing he didn’t get was a table tennis table.
The one thing she wanted was a big house.
Oh and a big kitchen.
Oh and the kid’s bedrooms’ to be a km away.
And a BMW.
And walls built from stones collected from the scummy public beach.
She wanted a private beach thrown in as well.
He kept talking money. She looked as though money wasn’t an issue.
The designer, fair play, had a touch of genius in him.