“Congratulations Jim,” said Owen after he had watched the nine o'clock news from London.
“Sorry Owen,” answered Jim,, a little distracted, “what for?”
“OK I'm sorry, maybe I should have said, Sir James,” Owen laughed.
“Oh, that,” answered Jim, “you know I had completely forgotten that, thanks anyway, but it's really you lot that deserve the prize.”
“Nonsense boy, you have been the one that pulled it all together, you deserve it,” said Owen.
The word soon spread around the compound and the remainder of the day Jim had to endure a continuous barrage of japes and silly jokes, by lunch time he'd lost count of the times he was asked to see his sword or armour.
Tomorrow it was back to normality, Jim, Carol and Peter would return to Weymouth, Jo, John and Owen would be returning to Crete and the Trust's remaining staff would continue the investigative work in Cyprus. Jim just wondered what 'back to normal' really meant these days.