Elizabeth sipped her latte gratefully after regaling her three friends with her latest adventures. The Cosy Toastie was the favourite café for their regular coffee mornings. Cheerful young staff served them at the table, a great help and there was plenty of space for their wheeled contraptions. The café was popular with Yummy Mummies and their baby conveyances and helped the senior ladies feel they were getting away from ‘old people.’

‘Lucky you Elizabeth, I wish I had a bachelor son coming to live with me and sort things out.’

‘A divorced son would be just as helpful,’ suggested Abigail ‘not that you would want your son’s marriage to break up just to have help with computer stuff.’

‘It could be a nightmare, look what happened to my poor sister, sixty year old homeless son, made it clear he did not want to be living with his mother. She had his two car wrecks in her driveway and his drum kits in her dining room.’

‘Is he still in that band?’

‘Yes, the audiences are our age.’

‘Might you not get in each other’s way Liz in your dear little cottage’ said Abigail.

Elizabeth ignored the implication that Abigail pitied her for living in a ‘cramped little bungalow’.

‘No, John has his own space, the spare bedroom is comfortable and he is having the back room as his office and sitting room. He works from home now and he’s got his television in there.’

‘Isn’t that where you keep all your craft and art things?’

‘That room did need a good sort out, lots of stuff I don’t use any more with my hands. He put some of the things on the ‘Upcycle’ Facebook page, and took other stuff to the charity shops. It looks quite smart now with the new carpet and book shelves. A suitable background for conference calls.’

‘What do they actually do on conference calls, I’ve always wondered.’

‘No idea, I just have to remember not to barge in the room with cups of tea and keep Mitsy quiet when he’s talking to New York. Not easy when the postman comes and all his Amazon deliveries and she gets in a real state when the Sainsbury delivery comes.’

‘I thought you had Waitrose?’

‘I shall still pop in and get the bits I like, if I can fit them in the fridge, though I think we’re getting a bigger fridge freezer.’

‘Still, it will be nice to have the company, though if he has his own television…’

‘I don’t actually see him that much so I still have my sanctuary in the sitting room, though I can’t get the hang of the new big screen television he said I needed, especially since he got rid of the Virgin box so we could have Sky. As long as he doesn’t get rid of my comfy arm chairs. He said the National Trust would like them they are so ancient. I told him they don’t make good solid furniture like the Victorians did. Reg inherited them from his parents, we had them reupholstered a couple of times. John thinks I should have a recliner.’

‘Is John picking you up?’

‘No, he gave me a lift here, but he’s working now and waiting in for some more deliveries. He went to Ikea yesterday to look around, don’t know what he ordered. I’ll get my taxi, same as usual.’

When the taxi drew up outside Elizabeth’s house she was busy concentrating on getting out of the cab with dignity and positioning herself ready for the driver to bring her wheels round. When she finally looked up she was surprised to see a pile of large cardboard boxes in her narrow driveway. As she squeezed carefully by she read strange names on the boxes that gave no clue as to what might have been inside. Ekolsund, Strandmon, Rocksjon, Landskrona, Klubbfors….

John appeared at the front door.

‘Ah Mother, there you are at last.’

‘I told you what time I would be back.’

‘Don’t worry about all this stuff, Joe’s coming round with his big van to take it all to the tip.’

‘What have you bought this time?’

‘Come inside and see.’

‘Where’s Mitsy?’

‘In the back garden, she got a bit over excited.’

In the hall Elizabeth had a feeling of something being very different. John led her into the sitting room with a grin. She leant on the door frame to steady herself as she tried to take in the sight before her and even wondered if she was in her own home. Where her two small arm chairs had been either side of the fireplace sat two very large bright red chairs and by the window a turquoise seat.

‘One of them is a recliner like you wanted.’

‘I never said I wan…’

‘But it’s just what you need to keep your feet up like the doctor said. Try it and you will love it.’

With some difficulty she hoisted herself onto the wide chair and her son handed her a wire with a remote control attached.

‘Now just press the green button, I mean the orange…’

Her legs shot up and she found herself plunged backwards and subject to G force like an astronaut taking off in a space rocket.

‘Sorry Mother, the orange button makes it recline slowly.’

When she got her breath back she asked him where her old armchairs had gone.

‘Underneath the piles of cardboard, Joe reckons he should be able to fit them in his van.’