On the third Sunday there was no outing. Lucas had injured his ankle at work that week chasing a particularly persistent person of interest up a flight of stairs and had spent the Friday off work with his foot out of action.

At 12.15 he was surprised by a knock at his door and hobbled to answer it on his crutches. He opened it to find Jo's smiling face.

"How do you know where I live?" he asked, confused.

Jo just looked at him, "What do you think?"

"Right – well you'd better come in then."

"I brought you some lunch", she said once they were inside his simple yet tastefully decorated apartment.

"Oh – you didn't need to – but thanks."

"How's the foot?" she asked politely.

"It's fine," said Lucas shortly, "I don't know why the hell they're making me keep off it, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it all," he added crossly.

His comment made Jo smile. Clearly Lucas wasn't the type to see the brighter side of an enforced rest. She couldn't really imagine him taking to daytime soaps or crossword puzzles – or indeed anything that required sitting down for an extended period of time.

"Let me get you something to drink," said Lucas, starting to hobble towards the kitchen.

"No," said Jo quickly, "Let me do that – you sit down."

Lucas did, reluctantly.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked.

"Coffee is fine, thanks."

Jo nodded in reply and a few minutes later handed him a steaming cup of coffee, made black with no sugar the way he liked it.

"Now I heard that the doctor said you were to apply ice packs to your foot every couple of hours – perhaps while I'm here we should do that," said Jo, then continued, "Where's your ice pack?"

"I don't have one," said Lucas, looking a little guilty.

"And I suppose you haven't been following the doctor's orders either?" asked Jo suspiciously.

"I took it more as a suggestion than an order," he said, trying to win her over with a charming smile.

"Hmm," was all Jo had to say in reply, then she made for the freezer to search through it for a couple of seconds before emerging with a packet of peas and a triumphant "ha!"

"This will do," Jo said, sounding pleased, "Now take that sock off and put your foot up."

"I don't really see why this is necessary," said Lucas grumpily, "there's nothing wrong with me anyway."

Jo ignored his remark and wrapped the peas in a tea towel then applied it to his ankle.

"How long do I have to keep this on then? asked Lucas impatiently.

"Oh, for at least an hour I'd say," Jo replied cheerfully.

He cursed in frustration.

"You're not what you'd call a natural patient, are you really?" asked Jo, amused.

Lucas didn't bother to grace her with a reply.

"Never mind," said Jo ignoring his grumpy disposition, "I'll keep you company. Let's have some lunch."

Lucas's tetchy mood faded during the course of lunch. He even went to far as to complement Jo on the food, telling her it was excellent.

Later on her way back from a trip to the bathroom Jo noticed something at the front door. A pile of 4 or 5 books stacked to the side of the door.

"Where did those come from?" she asked.

"Oh – a neighbor drooped them in," Lucas replied airily.

"Ooh that was thoughtful – let's see what's amongst them," she said, then moved over to scoop them up.

"You shouldn't be doing that," said Lucas crossly, "I don't like you carrying things like that – you should be resting up. Put them down."

"It's just a couple of books Lucas .. it's not like I'm competing in a women's weightlifting championships," said Jo, exasperated.

Lucas was irritated by her comparison – anyone looking at Jo could plainly see that she would make an unlikely entrant in a weightlifting competition. What was her point?

"Still, I don't like you lifting things like that, they look heavy," he said, sounding annoyed.

"You do realize that I am quite capable of carrying out everyday activities without falling into a fainting fit, don't you?," Jo said sharply, "that being pregnant doesn't necessitate that you lose the use of all of your limbs."

Lucas scowled at her for a moment before muttering crossly to himself, "It certainly doesn't seem to have had any effect on your tongue – that's for sure."

Jo ignored him and continued rifling through the books until she found one that interested her.