Sally
Sally We were on holiday in Devon. Every one else, my wife, kids and our friends and their children wanted to go into town shopping. The weather was not good (another British summer) and I preferred to finish the book I had started that morning. There was one other dissenter, our friends 8 year old daughter, Sally who was complaining of a pain in her stomach. As their car had broken down on the way there we were restricted to trying to go out in the one remaining vehicle, ours, and that made for a very cramped journey. They all looked at one another and a consensus was reached, I’d stay and Sally would too. They put her on one of the sofas, wrapped her in a blanket, said goodbye to me and she and …