THIRTY
Sean Berryman delivered groceries and other essentials every Tuesday and Friday around the local area and had been doing so for over twelve years. Very occasionally did he make deliveries on a Sunday, but Mrs Winston had telephoned. She’d fallen on a pathway drenched in rain and cracked her hip. The ambulance dropped her back home after doctors at the Chester Royal spent some time fixing her up. Beryl, her neighbour, took charge and ordered the groceries, asking for them to be delivered as a ‘special favour to a loyal customer’. A few telephone calls later and Sean packed up his van to make the delivery.
A good man, Sean kissed his wife before telling her he would be back well before dinner. She smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. Sunday lunch was her pride and joy and this day
