Aunty Barbara
This story is a work of my imagination and is fictitious. When I was nearly 18 and a year into my apprenticeship as a carpenter, things at home were not great. I was desperate to leave home but did not earn enough to rent anywhere decent. While I was out one night I bumped into Emma, the daughter of my Aunty Barbara. During our conversation she told me that her mum had an annexe she wanted to rent out. I hadn’t seen Aunty Barbara for a couple of years as there had been some sort of scandal...