(Amber’s mother, daughter of Bill and Ellen, wife of Graham)
Carol heard Amber’s key turn in the lock and sighed gently
She knew she was biased but her daughter was a beauty
Acknowledging her presence Carol started slicing the onion
The telephone rang; she wiped her hands on her apron
The dog was barking, the extractor fan hummed and groaned
She didn't want a double glazing salesman to come round
No matter how much it would save her in the future
She knew they were all just shysters.
She slung the phone down on the counter in frustration
No slamming the receiver on to the cradle in satisfaction.
When she was made redundant it was touch and go every day
Scrimping and scraping they got along with her severance pay
Working from home suits her down to the ground
She found the discipline to limit her time on Facebook and Twitter
Friends from all over the planet made her world bigger and better
Word processing, touch typing away to her heart’s content
She still finds time for her creative outlet
She isn’t lonely she tells herself over and over
She really doesn't miss the bitchy office banter
She is her own boss and sorts her day out accordingly
She doesn't commute on public transport or drive daily
It’s one of those life phases where ‘it’s all going good'
She’s waiting for the bubble to burst
Knowing it has to come and life will do its worst.