She was a women who....

Whilst in Norfolk, she'd attempted to read a map upside down, Dee excused herself by telling Bill she'd got her wrong glasses on. For some obscure reason they'd rowed about that as well as he'd been dumped in a quiet Lane somewhere in Norfolk and then in a fury driven off.

Their daughter, then in her teenage years, had made her stop and then went and sat on the bonnet until her dad had breathlessly caught up. They'd driven the rest of the journey home with few words being said;apart from the racket that came from teenage voices behind them; sat in their pink and black Ford Estate. It was true to say that wherever they drove in the country someone would say they had seen them when their holiday was done.

Were they a dysfunctional family, it was difficult to say, but they would always help when need arose; recently offering to loan their pink and black car....but strange to say not one person had taken them up. Could it really be that they had been together for thirty eight years; through good times and bad when everything that could be hurled at them had been. They couldn't be called a perfect couple or even win an egg and spoon race, unless they glued the egg to the spoon, but at most points they met somewhere for a hour or to.

Dee looked at herself in the reflection which the mirror,above the hearth in the dining room, bounced back at her. She wondered, as she stood there, where in the world her skinny dreams from yesterday had gone. She'd never liked her nose, that had sat on her face for over sixty years, but it had been there long enough to realise she couldn't change it just as she couldn't change the splattering of cars in the back garden and would think it curious if they ever went. There was always things to be thankful for; she just had to look and to think didn't she that was all.