Sisters turn UGLY
“How could you, Rosemary?’ said Derek. I will introduce Derek more formally in a moment. All you need to know is that we are in the park, both walking our dogs. It is a cold morning, and the forecast looks far from ideal – certainly not the best conditions for a woman of advanced years to be standing in a public park and being told off by an enraged and rather irritating old man.
‘Andrew and I always play the ugly sisters,’ he went on.
