Martin's wearing a dark-grey suit when I arrive, looking unusually smart. Bugger. Now I feel underdressed in just my skirt and jumper; I should at least have gone for high heels instead of my boots. He's sitting at the table with a bottle of wine, and Connie winks at me as she takes my coat.

He stands up as I walk across the restaurant.

'You look lovely. I'm sorry I'm dressed like this, but it was either this or jeans, and most of them are covered in paint at the moment.'

'You look great, Martin.'

He blushes.

'No, I look like I'm off to a sales conference, but Mum had ironed a shirt, not that I ask her do my ironing or anything, far from it, but she won't have it.'

'She's the same in the shop. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean '

'No, it's fine. I know what she's like.'

There's an awkward silence. Bloody hell: I've managed to make him feel uncomfortable in his suit and made fun of his mother, and I've only just sat down. I wonder what I'll come up with for an encore.

'Would you like a glass of wine? Connie brought this over; she said it was one of your favourites.'

'Lovely.'

'Do you know a lot about wine?'

'Not really, but Connie usually brings a bottle when we have our Stitch and Bitch Group.'

'That's your knitting group, isn't it?'

'Yes, knitting and cake. Mark makes them. I think they're the real attraction.'

He smiles.

'And how's it going, with the shop, I mean?'

'Pretty well. I'm never going to make my fortune, but as long as it pays the bills I'm happy, and now the upstairs is opened up with your new shelves and everything, there's so much more room for stock, which has really made a difference. I've been thinking about starting another group on Saturdays, for beginners. Unless you already knit, buying wool isn't really something you do on impulse, but once you get going it's really addictive.'

'Have you thought about a website?'

'Sort of. It's on my list, but I'm not really that good with computers; I'm fine with the orders and emails but that's about it.'

'I could help, if you like. It wouldn't need to be anything complicated, but you really should have one everyone's got them now.'

'Not in Broadgate they haven't.'

'Well, you can be the first then.'

By the time our food arrives he's drawn all over three paper napkins, and I seem to have agreed that I need a website, with online shopping facilities and a customer database.

'Have you got a digital camera?'

'I did have, until Archie dropped it in the sea taking pictures of a crab.'

'You'll need one so you can put things up on your site.'

'OK ... This fish is delicious. Is yours good?'

'Lovely. What laptop have you got?'

'A blue one.'

He smiles and shakes his head.

'What's your budget?'

'About twenty quid.'

'Am I sensing a bit of resistance here?'

'Sorry, no, it would be great, I'm sure it would. It's just, well, imagine how you'd feel if I handed you a ball of wool and some needles and asked you to knit a jumper.'

He puts his fork down.

'Wouldn't it be quite a small jumper, with only one ball of wool?'

'Very clever. A glove then. Wouldn't you be a tiny bit daunted?'

'I'd be more than daunted, particularly if it was an emergency.'

'An emergency glove?'

'If we were in the Arctic'

He's smiling.

'Look, I know what you're saying, but honestly, once I've set it up a monkey could do it. And it could double your business in no time, maybe even triple, with no real effort. You should think about it, you know.'

'I will, I promise.'

'Do you think Grace Harrison would let you put her picture up? That would be great you could do a VIP customers page.'

'She might, as long as they got to approve the picture. I could ask her, I suppose, but honestly, Martin, I'm having enough trouble just keeping up with the shop and the kids without going interactive. I'd want to start really slowly, nothing too complicated, and anyway I don't want to take up too much of your time.'

'I've got an ulterior motive, actually.'

'Oh?'

'I need your help with Mum.'

'Help with what?'

'You know I told you my divorce was through and I wanted to start looking for somewhere to live round here?'

'Yes.'

'Well, I've found something. Only it's not really a house, it's more of a barn.'

'Barn conversions can be lovely.'

'Yes, but this is definitely more like a pre-conversion barn.'

'Has it got a roof?'

'In places.'

'Oh.'

'It's got so much potential, and I can live there while I do it up, and it'll be great for all my wood and everything, and that's what I really want to do. I don't mind computers, particularly now I'm freelance, as long as I'm not stuck in an office all day, but it's not what I really care about. And it's important, isn't it, to care about what you do all day?'

'Definitely.'

'I want to go into cabinet-making, general carpentry. I'll probably have to do all sorts until I get established, but that's the plan. So will you help me explain it to her? Dad's all behind it, but you know what she's like I don't want her to worry.'

'Or be popping round every five minutes with a hotpot.'

He laughs.

'There is that too. I know she'll fuss, and I hate it when she fusses. She comes over so bossy but she's as soft as anything underneath, you know, she really is. But she worries. And then she gets bossy, and I want to kill her. Which isn't good.'

'Of course I'll help, if I can. How bad is this barn? Has it got electricity?'

'Oh yes, all mod cons. Well, not gas, but there's water. Quite a lot of water, actually. Mostly in puddles all over the floor.'

Elsie's going to throw a fit.

'But there's a tap, and a loo?'

'Not exactly.'

She's going to freak out. Big time.

'So it'll be more like camping then, for a while?'

'Yup. I knew being marched along to Scouts every week would come in handy one day. I can toast marshmallows round the fire while I try to work out how to stop the whole place falling down.'

Four napkins later I know exactly where he's going to put the new biodegradable cesspit, because the barn's not on mains drainage, and where the solar panels will go, and the woodburner, and how beautiful the old beams will be once he's cleaned them, apart from the rotten ones, which he'll replace with some green oak he's been saving. And why ash is such a great wood, and what design he's going to use on his chair legs.

Connie brings the coffee over and he shows her his drawings too, and then he starts telling me about yew, and how pliable it is, which is why they used to make longbows from it, which requires another napkin for illustrations.

He's telling me about the two-hundred-year-old yew tree in the churchyard, which apparently is practically a teenager in yew terms, as we walk back to the house.

'There's one in Ireland that's over a thousand years old. I've only seen pictures, but I'd like to get over there to see it. Not that I'm obsessed or anything. I wouldn't want you to think I was like a train spotter. I haven't been boring you, have I?'

'Not at all.'

Actually, this is strangely true; not that I knew I wanted to know quite so much about Wood, but he's so passionate about it I've really enjoyed listening to him.

'Thanks again for the meal, although I still think we should have gone halves with the bill.'

'It was my treat, Martin, to say thank you.'

'Well, let me know if you need any more shelves. I'd be more than happy. I like having a project on the go.'

'It sounds like the barn might be keeping you busy.'

'If I get it, yes. But that's a big if.'

'I've been thinking about some more shelves downstairs by the shop door, if you're sure, but only if you'll let me pay you this time, especially if you're going into business. You can give me a proper quote. Would that work?'

'That would be great. You can be my first official customer. But I enjoyed doing the last lot, I really did. It took my mind off things. Divorce can be a tricky old business.'

'I was so sorry when I heard, Martin. It must have been very difficult for you.'

'Me too ... I mean about your husband. Not that it's the same.'

There's a silence.

'Sorry.'

'It's fine, Martin. In some ways I think it was probably easier: when something like that happens you get lots of sympathy but with a divorce everyone takes sides. And it's not always that simple, is it?'

'No. It was a bit humiliating at first, what with him being my boss and everything. But now, to be honest, it's all a huge relief. We should never have got married; I was never the right sort of husband for her. I'm too fond of wandering off to my workshop and she really hated all that she wanted everything chrome and glass. We had to have a glass dining-room table you know. God, I hated it. It was mainly my fault. She was so keen to get married, and I wanted to leave home and get away from Mum, get my own place, so I let myself get rushed into it. Anyway, I'm sure she's much happier now.'

'And what about you?'

'Me? Oh a hundred times. A thousand, if I can get my offer in on the barn before anyone else spots it. I've already talked to the agent, and I'm trying to sort out a mortgage. I just hope nobody beats me to it.'

'Well, I'll cross my fingers for you.'

He seems very pleased with this, and starts whistling, just as we turn into our road, which unfortunately attracts the attention of Trevor, who's bringing Mr Pallfrey home after their evening promenade. There's a brief tangle of dog leads and legs, and lots of hand-licking, and Mr Pallfrey tells us about his latest plans for the Seaside in Bloom competition as we reach my gate, and there's an awkward pause while Mr Pallfrey wrestles with Trevor, who seems intent on nipping into my garden to see if he can wake the boys up.

'Goodnight then, dear. Come on, Trevor my lad, let's get you indoors it's getting a bit parky.'

'Night, Mr Pallfrey.'

Martin is hesitating by the gate.

'Thanks again for supper, Jo. I'll try to get into the shop tomorrow to measure up, shall I?'

'That would be great.'