#27952 - She put the unopened mail down on the small table, next to her glass of wine from which she sipped, grateful for the rejuvenating effects of the cold alcohol and began to relax. Why did she keep on about him? Did her mother fancy him herself perhaps? Didn’t she know he is a creep with all the style and panache of a cat’s fur-ball? Their relationship had lasted a little over a year. It was a lifestyle her mother could not understand, coming from a generation where the little lady was housewife, with all that, that involved.