Living in London all my life and happily relying on public transport meant I had no reason or great desire to learn to drive, this was sorely tested when my husband suggested that now the kids were off hand at university and his work could be done remotely that we should move out to the country. This with promises of regular visits back to London and us entertaining in our big house in the country meant I was going to have to go along with it.
The house that we settled on was very remote with only a pub within walking distance, it was idyllic and quiet, everything opposite from our family home in North London.
Within a few weeks of moving in two things happened first the pub closed and secondly my husband thought it would be a good idea to throw 26 years of marriage and take up with a girl 15 years his junior back in London, leaving me very alone in the country.
Obviously, I was devastated but I have my pride and the outpouring of sympathy from family and friends was met with a defiant 'I will Survive' stiff upper lip response, I spent hours on the phone to my k**s reassuring them I was fine and not to worry, even though deep down I was frightened and alone.
It should be noted that although I'm writing this into a porn site, at the time I was not into porn, I was naive and unaware, often the butt of jokes with my friends who talked more openly about sex, their affairs and male strip shows, all of which I was completely innocent. Maybe had I discovered porn I may have been more distracted and less bored.
It had been four weeks of this boredom since he'd left and most of that time completely isolated, so when his mother, with whom I always had a good relationship, invited herself over, I was excited for the company and interaction. I had no idea of her agenda but hoped that we could both condemn him and her beg me to forgive him. It gave me reason to dress up and I did my hair, nail, and make-up and, although 47, I looked at myself and was proud of the picture I presented myself in the mirror.
I prepared sandwiched and cake and awaited her arrival. Dead on 11:00 she arrived and without a 'greeting she pointed her finger at me and meanly hissed that I should stop poising the k**s against him and accept the situation, within seconds of her arrival she was leaving. I was apoplectic with rage, I had never tried to turn the k**s against him, they were old enough to make up their own mind up that he was a shit.
I dashed upstairs and resolved myself not to cry, took off the pretty summer dress and threw it on the bed with my bra and put on a t-shirt and shorts and made my way out into the garden, donned my gardening gloves and started, ignorantly and aggressively dead heading and pruning.
Soon my mind was lost in my frantic massacre of anything unruly and I was completely lost in my garden. This trance was broken when I heard a voice calling from the front of the house, I looked around and saw three young guys on bicycles, one of whom looked a little distressed, I quickly made my way from the side of the house and went to meet the boys. The boys were French and one of them was dehydrated and in need of a drink, I invited them all in and we made our way to the kitchen.
The boys explained that they were cycling around England and raising money for breast cancer in memory and respect for Leo's mother (Leo was the dehydrated lad). The other two were Andre who did most of the talking and Claude who was black and towered over the other two. Soon the worry over Leo subsided as he got a drink of water inside him, and the guys explained that they had been trying to get to the pub for drink and food and maybe rooms to sleep in but it was closed. We chatted about their cause, and they explained that a lot of the money they raised was online and they posted blogs and pictures whenever they could get online.
It was lovely to have fresh young company and I was glad that they took me up on my offer of sandwiches and tea. I asked how I could make a donation to their cause, but Leo asked if I would consider letting them shower and use the Wi-fi to send their blogs, which would be more than generous. I obviously agreed and said that I still wanted to donate.
I led all three boys upstairs and grabbed three big white towels and put Andre into the family bathroom, put Leo into my son's room ensuite and Claude into my bathroom and told them to shout if they needed anything. As I returned to the landing, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my nipples clearly poking through the t-shirt I'd put on and wondered what they must think of me.