Ann in the bath

 I'm under pressure from my 'Commercial Manager' to promote my book/s but it really is a chore. I don't mine answering questions because that means someone is interested but what I enjoy is the almost forgotten character sketch or amusing incident that doesn't qualify as a story. Like the time Annis, a stiff seventy-year-old was invited to look at a flat in a shelter home. Annie looked at the bath and thought it might be difficult to  get in and out of and, in the absence of the concierge, decide to try it with her clothes on. She was telling her daughter how she'd struggled to get back out but had manage to turn over and climb out, when her daughter said, 'There's a button for a bell to call for help, why didn't you just push that? 'Listen,' Ann told her, 'these people are already convinced I'm losing my marbles, what do you think they'd have thought if they found me in the bath with my winter on.'

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