The small Birmingham back garden was crowded with people clamouring to climb trees, the shed and the summer house. Even I managed to scale the trunk of a bare apple tree. From the top I looked back up the garden to the white-painted rear of the tiny terraced house. “That’s where we used to live” I told the person who followed me up.
Afterwards we checked out office accommodation. Until recently I had made my work home under the arch of a dripping Victorian bridge. Although I’d managed to build some shelter from the elements with the clever use of red room dividers, most of the year I had suffered from the wind, rain and cold. The recent refurbishment improved everyone’s lot considerably. KT even had a full-sized double bed complete with lime green counterpane and silk cushions in her new office space. I was hopeful that I would be granted something on a similar scale. LO said that she would check this for me.
While I waited to hear where I would be accommodated I discussed party dresses with a stout dark-haired girl who happened to be standing next to me. She looked great in black satin and lace. Her outfit was just the thing that you would pick up in Monsoon or Laura Ashley, so I was very surprised to hear that it was a £10 bargain from Somerfield.