The women that left home for a year and a day

The women who went away for a year
Bill didn't know how he managed not to react when Dee announced, having finished 38 years plus a day of washing up, that she was leaving him with his scrap cars,spanners,falling down shed's, because she'd a need of pastures new.
Any idea just when you plan to return?
It wouldn't be a dramatic departure;she'd gather her things and go....taking her beloved dog with her. It didn't matter about their modernised house, their increasing bank balance and thereby security.
When she died, hopefully not for a while, then their house,car,deposits and even thread-bare carpets would be left behind for their adult children to deal with; groaning as they sorted through their crammed attic and the groaning book-shelves and magazines that straddled their once upon a time council house. They'd both felt guilty when taking up Margaret Thatchers offer to buy their council house; thus taking it off the open market.
Bill had stated, in his perfunctory manner, that really they weren't taking it off the market at all.
Dee was expecting, unexpectedly, at the time so had left the local employment exchange where she'd worked for four years calculating benefit entitlements in her head; this of course was way before computers came on the scene. It was odd Dee had fallen into this work, which she'd done well, particularly as maths had let her down at Secondary School.

She'd never thought that one day old age would reach her but now it had and she wanted to make the most of the years ahead. Bill, meanwhile, couldn't understand why she always had to be out and not staying home with he housework,telly,his sheds and two for one meals at the local pub come restaurant. It wasn't that they didn't love each other just they wished for different things.
He'd travelled abroad;in fact gone all over the world. Meanwhile Dee had grabbed hold to the hem of life always dreaming that her boat would come in on the next tide. For years life had ticked along in the same old way, just as Woolworth s had done, who would have thought that institution and statement of life as it had been could have been tugged away; that store had felt like a forever store but now it had gone. Nothing could stay the same forever.