On Meeting Mertyl.

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The rain hit so hard that it bounced and soaked my knees, I drew the neck of my jacket tighter, looking at my feet as I rushed for shelter. It was with a hefty bump a body collided with mine. “Sorry dear did I hurt you?” The lady said. The woman in her late eighties I’d hazard a guess, had taken shelter in the same spot but from the other side of the market cross. Here I was, fit and healthy a snip of a girl in comparison to this lady, and she was checking if I was okay; this was what was known as… good old British fortitude.
We sat to allow the worst of the rain to stop and Mertyl began to chat as she pulled a transparent polythene rain hat free of her fine white hair. In no time at all, with a little encouragement, we were…

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