Chapter Nine
Mavis and Lumpy
Showing off is not only for show offs.
The girls, it seems, were now hell bent on organising my life into some sort of positive rebirth. Sheryl and Kay’s treat at the Stables had been a ruse to butter me up, seduce me into accepting the offer of judging for the WRI at the Gala day, Kay’s idea of me facing up to things.
“After all” as Kay put it, “If the Co-op Bag lady can stand up to Sheryl’s Beatrice and the district nurse, you can look Zumba in the eye and carry on living.”
Apparently Iona, who organised most groups in the area for women, loved my free workshop from a while back and thought I would do a ‘smashing job’ of handing out the prizes for the coat hanger section, as long as I ‘gave the goddess thing a miss’.
And Kay, it seems, had the idea of g
