A check of the deep freezer and refrigerator by lonesome Jack discovered an ample supply of items from which he was certain he could prepare sufficient make shift meals for some days. Monday 8am, the sound of a car horn and a look through the lounge window revealed a car stationary outside. It took a second look to realise it was Doris, who having stopped, tooted the horn but having received no response she had left the vehicle and was walking down the path towards the front door. It was the make and colour of the car a pink Ferrari that had put him off recognising who was waiting; one had to take more care since the axe affair. He opened the door, as Doris was about to knock. “Sorry” he said, “I hadn’t realised it was you, have you changed your car?” “Yes” she replied, “It was my birthday whilst I was away, when I arrived back home Daddy had given me this new car”. There is worse, my brother; Edward has bought me a personalised number plate”. “Oh, I see, what is it DORI5 for Doris?”
