She tuts at an advert
for life insurance as she crunches a biscuit and reaches for another.
She looks every one of
her 70 years. Her hair is grey and her face wrinkled. Unlike some
people her age she has eschewed the sun during her retirement years and
doesn't resemble an old leather chair. Iinstead she has a healthier,
rosy-cheeked look. Her glasses rest on the end of her nose. Despite
her having had them for several months she still hasn't got the hang
of bifocals.
The programme starts
and she makes a contented sound – a whispered “ahhh!” that she
doesn't even realise she does. Her favourite character is talking and
she smiles. The smile disappears when his bitch of a girlfriend
appears on the screen. She soaks up the dialogue between the two.
It's typical daytime TV fare with little substance, but she's
transfixed. Her favourite character slaps his bitch of a girlfriend
across the face. Another whispered “ahhh!”
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