3 Sussex Wife B
3. Sussex Wife Friday dawned grey, not wet but showers looked immanent, the taxi bearing Fred and Holly whisked them though the streets of the old town, up the hill and into the small shopping centre where they paused to get tea, milk and sugar, and some sausage rolls for dinner, they soon found themselves in Fairlight, “the supposed posh end of the world” Fred said rather tongue in cheek.” Fur coat and no knickers more like!” He paid the cab asking him to return at four that afternoon. He...