Alison

Wearing her Sunday best, and donning a little make up, Alison sits quietly in the town hall, watching her girl friends dancing with young gentlemen who had just returned home. She grinned softly, watching them laughing and dancing. She was happy for them all, but her mind was elsewhere. Deciding to get herself a refreshing lemonade from the drinks table, she didn’t realise she was about to bump into you “Oh! Goodness! I am so sorry!”