“Hello”, she mouthed, “Nice to see you Mrs. Cole.”
“Take a seat Mrs. Cole,” yelled Maureen, taking the old lady's progressing deafness in to consideration, “You're very early today love, I need to see to Grace first.”
The pensioner raised her hand slightly and headed for a chair in the corner of the room where she promptly began looking through the adverts in the local gazette.
“So, what's new up at the big house then?” asked Maureen O'Sullivan as she helped Grace to gently ease herself into a comfortable position, with her head tipped back over the sink.
“Ooh, it's very quiet this week Mo,” Grace sniffed, “But we've got lots booked in for Easter.”
“That's good,” smiled the hairdresser, pumping shampoo into her hand from a liquid dispenser, “Now are you sure you wouldn't like a change
