fourteen
Rose stood in front of her wardrobe, one hand on her hip while the other rifled through her clothes.
“Yes.” She threw a daisy printed sundress on the bed.
“No,” she decided, skimming past two pairs of navy work trousers and a collection of plain blouses.
“Need any help?” Fran’s head peeped around the open door.
“I’m not sure what to take, Mum. Your advice would be most appreciated.”
Fran smiled. “Why do you make everything so complicated, love? It’s simple. You need to take light summer clothing and not them.” She raised her eyebrows at the sight of Rose’s favourite suede jeans, which had been lovingly folded and placed at the bottom of her suitcase. “You need cotton trousers. It’s going to be hot in Majorca. I checked the weather app and it’s creeping up to thirty deg
