Confessions of a scatter-brain

Dee was looking forward to her holiday. It didn't matter about the rain or the snow, her arthritic big pain or the bad tempered bloke who'd cast a big fat V sign her way as she drove.

Always too dignified to reciprocate she'd driven by shaking her head at the white-van man who'd refused to give way to her. Dee hated confrontation so instead of showing her fury right there, where the problem existed, she'd fly round the house with her dyson or beat her car mats out in the cold.

Walking was nice in the summer but not when the blizzards struck at neaarby Stanwick Lakes; a few miles away from their semi-detached where spring bulbs poked out their frozen faces and waited for their own spring to arrive. Most folk however remained by their gas/electric fires in their centrally heated homes. Millions of miserable faces waiting for the sunshine to creep through; even a few seconds would do!

No wonder folk lived on their nerves, cold comedy served on the telly