Hereford has a cathedral so it’s a city, but it isn’t all that big. Even so it seemed whimsical to drive from one side to the other to spend eight quid. And what’s so great about a de-rusting agent and a light lubricant?
Because the two, used together, transformed opening my up-and-over garage door from a burden into to a featherweight finger-tip operation. Also because one’s called WD-40, the other Three-in-One, and all three of us are about the same age. I’m guessing.
A novel, 2189 words, so far
Mrs Rashid had arrived home early with time to enjoy a quick bath, switch her business suit for a kimono, add new make-up and welcome her daughter and Gladys in polished hostess style. “I have green tea and – if you’re worn out – half a carton of saké.”
The Japanese garment and drink seemed mildly out-of-place in a living room furnished in Indian restaurant style. But then the husband who might have resisted these Far Eastern incursions had been dead for almost a decade and Gladys couldn’t help thinking Mrs Rashid had taken full advantage of the shift in responsibility.
The late Mr Rashid was rarely mentioned in conversation and then only laughingly with reference to his Islamic severity. It seemed doubtful he would have approved of his wife’s current employment which often involved evening visits to single male drivers who had misused their flash sports cars. And by this time Nasrin would surely have been married to a mosque-goer ten years older. Various odd details Gladys had picked up over the months implied Mr Rashid had foreseen his death and tried, with growing desperation, to force his wife into a second marriage with a gloomy corner-shop owner three doors down. Not a hope.