As we drove she chattered, telling us that she was 55, he was 60 yrs. xxx Although it was a very slight noise, we both heard it. Doreen lived in a village, three miles after our track turn off, and as we didn’t think she should be on her own in her present state we took her to Brenda’s house to dry her clothes. She was positioned in such a way that her head was resting on the covers, but as she was kneeling, her backside was high in the air so that I could mount her. We cheered her up, warmed her up looked after her needs and became almost instant friends. Her name was Doreen; she had been visiting her husband in hospital.
