Sybil Snape had a life to

If the latter part of Sybil's day ran as smoothly then she would have little to complain about. She had apologised for holding up the growing queue at the Co-op when she had been advised that she needed her co-op card to claim what her mum and even grandmother called Divvy. It wouldn't have been quite so difficult if she'd had good old cash to pay for her half price wine,scratch card and Women's Weekly. Feet shuffled behind her,someone coughed as they still waited for her to discover her visa card from her supposed to be organized hand-bag. Sybil hurried from the shop without a backward glance; only grateful for her adult children not being there to witness.

Her youngest had once asked her why she couldn't be a normal mother. If Sybil ever discover a normal anyone then she would be glad to advise said daughter but to date not one person seemed to fit the bill.

True. Perhaps no-one else would put a pair of knickers on their head in the car park (clean of course) it was meant to be a lark but no-one in her family so much as let out a chuckle.
It wasn't really her fault when she got stuck in one of those plastic swan boats when she was at Woburn. Her rudder wouldn't make contact with the water due to an uneven distribution of weight. It didn't seem to be politically correct to state who was the heaviest but having said that it definitely wasn't her. Then there was the time when the elastic broke in her knickers as she was minding her business walking along Oxford Street. They shouldn't have complained as she did step out of them quickly AND she didn't stop to pick them up. Now, how cool was that!

Charlie was down the shed as she turned the key in their new red double-glazed front door. They had been the last in the street to replace all their windows and doors so at least they should be cosy when the winter arrived. She wished summer had been with them long enough to remember just as she wished the rain hadn't been such a annoyingly long visitor who didn't know when to go home.

Sybil was ready to tell him about her bargain buys at Waitrose; you really could get bargains there. It was just a matter of looking. She had already decided, as she wandered down their garden (which thank goodness didn't hold his cherished scrap cars) but there were still sheds to sort out by him of course.

Charlie simply couldn't understand, bless him, which she didn't want a shed...or perhaps shedette. Neither could he understand why she needed to buy new clothes. It hadn't been so long ago that he had advised she must have enough clothes to see her out. Such a disturbing comment had resulted in her promptly sending three large bags of clothes to the charity shops which gave her more room in her wardrobe to start finding more bargains.

Of course Sybil was far more normal than Charlie now wasn't she. So normal that she carried a cup of tea down to his shed forgetting to tell him about the big slice of chocolate cake she had eaten in Waitrose. She was normal...surely she must be so!