ANDREA
John was stood at his kitchen sink washing the dishes he had used for dinner, it was 8:00 at night, he pondered going to bed early, or watch the match starting at 9:00He was a widower now, Julie his wife; the love of his life had died tragically 5 years ago.He had dated a couple of times since, but his heart hadn't been in it, so he had not developed a romance.He was an accountant in a city firm, and was on line to be top dog one day.He didn't smoke, drank little, wine was his preferred tipple....