Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive.
‘Me out of your hair, new life, new outlook. And 60 is the new 50, so carpe diem. Get the ball rolling.’
It was fine firing clichés at her, but her daughter seemed to have forgotten she was leaving all her old friends. And getting to know new people had always been a nightmare. Even if she was coming back to her roots, she’d left the town decades ago.
‘Morning again, missus. Where would you like these?’
She glanced over at the young removal man holding two bulging black bin liners. He looked as tired as she felt. No surprise, seeing as he’d travelled up in the early hours of a winter’s morning to collect her stuff. Still, they had almost finished.
‘Second bedroom please.’ The spare bedding could be sorted out later.
Linda ran a hand through
