On Saturday morning, Rose was up early. She made herself toast and marmalade and sat in the conservatory, watching the tropical fish swimming around their heated tank.
“How are you feeling?” Fran poked her head around the door, smiling brightly.
“A lot better thanks, Mum, those lemon drinks seem to have done the trick.”
“Good.” Fran went to open the window blinds. “It looks like it’s going to be a nice day. I think I’ll tidy up the garden.”
“You mean you’re not coming to the fete?” Rose smirked.
“I promised your father I’d take him out for lunch.” Fran rolled her eyes. “This is the first Saturday he’s had off for months.”
“Dad works hard,” said Rose, “he deserves some down time.”
“Yes, well we all do, but some of us just get on with it without complaining.”
Rose raised an eyebr
