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Mrs Gorringe didn’t like Christmas week. It was the hustle and bustle and the impatience of people that worried her into staying in as much as she could. On top of that the days were so hot she had to get out to the shops in the early morning if she could get herself going which was getting harder as she aged.
Today was unusually cold for December and it was raining. Her umbrella she had dusted off and set off to get her Christmas supplies, nothing too ostentatious knowing she had to carry it home.
This year her son Ralph would be calling in, she hadn’t seen him in so long she wanted to have a lunch he’d enjoy ready.
She shuffled along remembering Ralph as a small boy on Christmas morning, his face showing delight at what Santa had bought him. The thought was enough to put an unusual skip in her step.