all sorts of procedures to choose from – invasive and non-invasive. And so, reassured by Jodie, Dora had asked her friend to drive to their hotel and then dragged her along to her appointment to try out a bit of Botox.
When they got back to the hotel Yvonne had squinted at the results, and then pulled a face. ‘Is that a botch job or what?’
Disillusioned, Dora went back to try and get it sorted out the next day.
‘Oh I’m sorry, love,’ the receptionist had told her. ‘You have to wait till it wears off. Round about three to four months after your first injection, sometimes less. And then we can have another go at it.’
‘What? So I’m supposed to look like a frog in the meantime, am I?’
‘You must’ve moved while they were doing it,’ Jodie had said, suppressing a giggle. ‘It should’ve been fine. Oh, don’t worry about it. Just put a bit of lippy on and smile more instead of frowning. Anyway, I thought the intention was to get your forehead done? Not your mouth.’
‘I know but I hate my saggy face! And anyway, you should’ve persuaded me to use your chap.’
‘But you rarely get leave of absence from your hotel. Plus, like I said, he’s on holiday. Anyway, it doesn’t look that bad.’
Despite her friend’s encouragement, she didn’t feel any better and her smile was definitely wonkier than it had been. She wasn’t sure that a bit of lippy would help but clearly there was nothing she could do about it all now.
‘Oh, how I hate getting old and decrepit,’ she’d groaned to her mother.
‘You behave like a small child!’ her mother had snapped. ‘Just grow up and find yourself a man and settle that roving spirit of yours.’
‘Well, that might happen if I looked prettier than I do. But just look at my crow’s feet, my lined forehead, my crappy skin.’
‘What do you expect after sitting on a beach for nearly ten years?’ her mother had shot back. ‘And do you hear me whinging about my looks?’
Dora snapped. ‘No. But you’re allowed to be wrinkly at eighty-nine. It’s expected of you.’
Their sparring had become amiable over the years. True, she had been a daddy’s girl and absolved of all failings and errors because of that. But now she was much closer to her mother. She was even closer to The Wallabies and popped over to see them sometimes, when being in one place for too long took its toll.
Yet it was on a rare couple of days’ visit to see her mother’s sister, Aunt Philippa, in Southampton, after nagging her mother to leave the staff in charge of the hotel and come with her because she was fed up of doing things by herself, that Dora spied a flyer in a shop window offering free afternoon tea at a nearby community centre, the following day. And it transpired that the building was on a road parallel to where Philippa lived.
So because Dora was feeling out of sorts and generally fed up with her life she decided to act on that flyer and find out what afternoon tea at the Borough Community Centre was all about. And as her bloody mother had complained about her moping about, she intended to leave her mother and aunt to catch up whilst she went off on a little adventure for the day.
Who knows, Dora thought, it might just cheer me up a bit.
Plus it said she was going to get a free cup of tea and a piece of cake.
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