He walks in like a gust of fresh air and takes off his jacket with a whirling flourish. He sits heavily in the chair and starts looking through the post. With impatient haste he turns most of it into rubbish bin fodder leaving aside just a small handful of mail to attend to.

Nell stands in the corner of the room watching his movements. She is hoping that he will undo the parcel tape soon because it is chaffing her wrists.