‘Let’s do a show’ yelled Judith.

‘Oh No,’ moaned Malcolm as he sat on the edge of the kerb dragging a stick through the rubbish in the gutter, trying to poke it down into the grid that covered the drain.

Monday, Monday.

Linda is cutting vegetables as she stands at the granite-topped island in the centre of the kitchen. Thirty years of marriage means order and routine for Linda. Monday means she will cook baked salmon, baked potato, and steamed vegetables for dinner.