Sally was an artist and her passion was food. At work she was acknowledged as an artistic genius when it came to designing food and her presentation skills were second to none. All of this was lost on her husband of many years. If the meal didn’t resemble what his mother cooked it ended up on the floor or thrown to the dog next door. It was one of the games she played when she felt the rage building from deep within. The omelette had amazingly stayed in its shape and Sally picked it up almost lovingly as if it was a fallen child before she sighed and threw it into the rubbish. While cleaning up all the rest of the splattered mess Sally’s mind went to the kind of food Graeme liked. Ohh yes, so many meals had been endured at her In Laws home. Having to sit there in the kitchen while Norma, the bitter and twisted mother in law, strained the lumps out of some insipid gravy or sauce and overcooked whatever meat she had decided to sacrifice. Having to endure those meals of seemingly endless potatoes and hideous pale green vegetables. It made every fibre of Sally’s being shudder.