Luckily she wasn't in the mood for lecturing and she turned on her heel to go back into the sitting room where she took up her romance novel to escape from the strange reality of daily life.
A couple of days later, as it was Thursday, Grace set off down the hill for her weekly shampoo and set. It was a dull and rainy day, with dark clouds looming overhead and a chilly bite in the wind.
Grace quickened her step as she approached the harbour wall. It was much colder than she had first thought and her thin mackintosh was doing little to stop the breeze from penetrating her flesh. She had purposely worn trousers as she had been on the receiving end of far too many windy mornings lately, and didn't fancy the added encumbrance of trying to stop a skirt from blowing up and showing her knickers.
