Love on the rocks

Oh, my! Norman really did it, didn’t he? Slapping his wife! No wonder she walked straight to her daughter’s room to tell her what a beast Norman was. He was wise to escape early next day to the office. Sandra arranged for herself and Barbara to have a meal together that evening to discuss what had happened. Barbara was worried that her Mum was almost as bad as her Dad. Okay, he had been parading a floozy as a trophy, but she’d been out for a meal with her ex-boyfriend. They then had a joint meeting with Paul.

Paul identified the key issue: the slap. He asked her what she proposed to do and then, budding law student as he is, advised her as to some of the problems ahead.

Sandra arranged to meet Luke at his house, basically to ask for refuge. She made it clear that she was not offering her body as an inducement – she was asking him as a friend. He practically did cartwheels. Afterwards he told his son, who thought that he had lost his marbles.

Before you know it, Sandra had briefed a solicitor, and been for a meal with Luke and his son – who now thought that his dad was right. Sandra’s children got to meet Luke’s son, and they all got along fine. Norman received the solicitor’s letter and felt forced to inform his business partner, who wasn’t even surprised. He’d warned Norman. Anyway, Mark, the partner, gave Norman notice that he wanted to dissolve the partnership to protect his own interests. Cue for Norman to see a solicitor too.

Love was really on the rocks now.

Christmas Day wasn’t too much fun for Norman – a very token celebration. Things were much more upbeat at Luke’s, on Boxing Day. Everyone gathered there – except Norman of course – and had a great time topped only on New Year’s Eve, when Sandra’s daughter announced her engagement.

Everything is set now for an interesting New Year. Hold on tight.

The featured photograph today is one that I took with a compact camera in 2014 – a Panasonic Lumix DMC-TZ40. The Exif data are as follows: Focal length 4.3 mm, Aperture f/3.3, ISO 160, shutter speed 1/1250 seconds.

The scene is the summit of Glyder Fach, one of the Welsh 3000s in Snowdonia – a veritable moonscape, but I thought that it fitted today’s Blog title.

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