It was that time of year again, the time for the annual Forest
Fields Residents association meeting. Ethel was delighted when her name was pulled
out of the hat to host the get together. It was usually a gentile affair, a
gathering of neighbours sharing their successes of the past year and catching
up with old friends. There was always a fine spread laid on too. Ethel wasted
no time in grabbing her best linen table cloth out the cupboard and reaching
for the glass cake stand to display a perfectly made Victoria Sponge; her best
china cups stood filled with Earl Grey tea.
