A little LIFE
Sitting next to Gary in the front of their old pick-up, Angela was feeling decidedly queasy as they stop-started in the snarled-up lunchtime traffic. It was market day and she was heading for a rendezvous she’d anticipated for weeks with both dread and excitement.
Her stomach lurched as they drew up sharply at the town-centre traffic lights, and she pulled down the sun visor for the umpteenth time to check her carefully applied make-up and newly blow-dried bob.
‘You’re fine, sweetheart. You don’t need to keep looking,’ smiled Gary as he slowly eased into a parking space.
‘Perhaps this isn’t a good idea after all,’ muttered Angela with an anxious frown at her reflection.
‘No. It’s by far the best way to get into town. The bus takes forever,’ observed her husband.
‘He’s missed the point,’ mused Angela. She hadn’t been talking about the journey but her lunch appointment with childhood ‘bestie’ Clare, now an acclaimed journalist. For the first time in decades, they
