Chapter 18I'm sitting in the garden in my favourite chair and for the first time in a long time I'm relaxed. It's mid-morning on a beautiful sunny Sunday and there's nothing and no one demanding my attention. To say that this last week has been busy and stressful would be an understatement; it has been hell.
Ollee is lying at my feet in a deep sleep. Occasionally he twitches or his paws move, as if he's running in his doggy dreams. Patricia is working on her accounts. She's the only person I know who enjoys this work. She likes to tally up how much money she makes each week. I tease her about it and I call her my little miser, but I know that's not true. She's the most generous person I've ever met and she'd give a stranger her last centime if they needed it.
A car draws up at the front
