Oh, Bea, not daytime telly again! It’s a beautiful bright day and you’re holed up in a darkened room watching garden makeovers when your own garden is crying out for some attention.’
Bea sighed and clicked the TV off. She’d forgotten Megan was coming round. Weren’t they meant to be going for a walk? It had completely slipped her mind.
‘Sorry, Meg. I’m not feeling great. Can we just have a cup of tea and a chat?’
‘Certainly we can. After we’ve been for a walk. Go and put your boots on. You promised to do Couch to 5K with me, and we’ve hardly got started!’
Bea knew when she was beaten. Megan was right. She really did need to be more active. She was turning into a couch potato. These last few months had been a total write-off.
The devastating news of Antony’s affair and the subsequent break-up had coincided with them both retiring. Everything she had been looking forward to – travelling, long walks and pub lunches, cycle rides – had come to nothing.
She was alone,
