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‘Mum! Pizza’s ready!’ yelled Woody.

‘Okay,’ I replied. ‘Just finishing up.’ I glanced back at the blinking cursor. I’d always thought that would be a good name for my writing memoir – The Blinking Cursor by Natalie Garfield. I smiled. I was in a good mood tonight. I was about to officially embark on the campaign to get Dan to fall in love with me all over again and I was excited.

I practically skipped down the stairs. I felt like a natural woman, every woman and a woman in love. Choir had obviously had a positive effect on me. We had a rehearsal tonight and I was in two minds as to whether I would go. The next hour would decide that for me, depending on Dan’s reaction to my surprise.

I had contemplated telling Doly about it when I popped into the shop earlier but she wasn’t on her own so I decided to keep it to myself for now.

‘Are you going to choir tonight?’ she asked with a smile.

‘I’m planning to,’ I replied. ‘Have you been practising?’

‘Only all the time. Never stops singing, this one,’ said a man who was carrying a box from the back of the shop. ‘She has the voice of an angel,’ he added, his eyes glittering with pride.

Doly beamed at me. ‘This is my husband, Dev.’

‘Pleased to meet you,’ smiled the man.

‘Oh, is this your singing thing?’ asked another, younger man, who was re-stocking the fridge. I could see a family resemblance to Dev. His dark-brown eyes twinkled with amusement. ‘I bet it’s all Abba and Spice Girls – a zigazig ahh! Am I right, brother?’ he added, glancing at Dev.

Dev laughed but then noticed his wife glaring at him and adopted a serious face. ‘I’m sure they sound wonderful,’ he replied diplomatically.

Doly rolled her eyes at me. ‘Pay no heed to my fool of a brother-in-law,’ she declared.

‘I’m Hasan,’ said the young man, wiping his hand on his jeans before offering it to me.

I grinned. ‘Good to meet you,’ I said, accepting it.

‘And you,’ he replied, smiling, holding my gaze for a few seconds.

‘Right, stop harassing my customers,’ said Doly, shooing him away before turning back to me. ‘Sorry about him. He likes to flirt with all the pretty ladies,’ she added.

I felt a bit giddy as I walked home. I had been called pretty, received attention from a handsome young man, all without brushing my hair.

I’ve still got it and it’s only a matter of time before Dan realises this too.

I walked down the hall into the kitchen, humming the tune to ‘Everybody’s Changing’. Guy had sent us a list of songs he wanted to try along with the music files so that we could practise. I loved this song. It reminded me of when Dan and I were first married, before we had Woody – simpler times. Not happier necessarily. Just simpler and more carefree.