I had never seen my parents’ house look so beautiful. With all the clutter cleared away and the antique furniture and decorations on display, it had the feeling of a stately home. My cousin B and her friend SW loved it so much that they were helping with the housework. I found SW hoovering a red carpet on the grand landing at the top of the stairs.
Attached to the house was a five star hotel. I came across a bunch of friends in the conservatory dining room, including JG, his wife B and son F. I was a bit disappointed that they hadn’t told me that they were staying here, especially when I spotted our mutual (and super-slim) friend JS across the table. They looked rather sheepish when I hinted that I felt left out.
I supposed that I would have to start getting used to this as a single woman since TPR left me. I didn’t want to look too desperate, but I had begged him to return, and I’d also tried to get together with an old friend from sixth form days (DC), but this had been a complete failure.
Later I took photographs of JG and his son F bouncing on a trampoline.