CHAPTER 10
WHERE DID SHE begin to pack up 35 years of married life? On the day she started divorce proceedings she walked into the bedroom they had shared. With some relief she noticed the pink panties had disappeared from his pillow, but the single sleeves and trouser legs with their jagged edges still lay where they had fallen during her maniacal m******e with the pinking shears.
Unravelling a roll of black bin liners, she tore one off and picked up the remnants of her soon-to-be ex-husband’s past life from the floor; a sleeve from the shirt she had cried on when their final IVF treatment had failed, a part of the pair of jeans he had worn on their last happy holiday in Barbados before her v****a was redundant, and half of the grey silk tie which he had kept in a box with their now m
