May 5

Three elderly women in Café Nero meeting on a Saturday morning.

‘They’re cutting down the wheely bin collections.’

Smartly dressed in Saturday morning best jackets and skirts, chunky pearl ear-rings.

‘The junk mail is every five minutes, tones of the stuff.’

With perfectly set hair, immoveable and grey-white.

‘Should be warm all year then we wouldn’t have to pay the gas bills.’

In their seventies and stirring up the little ingredients of their every day.

Just as we all do, aged as we are, every day.