I was staying with Aunt Jen for three days while my parents went to Scotland for the funeral of Uncle Jack. “Aunt Jen” as I had always known her was not actually my aunt but Mum’s friend Jennifer, but she had always been known as Aunt Jen for as long as I could remember.
Aunt Jen was in her mid forties and worked as a nurse, quite ordinary but nice. Although I think she had struggled financially since her husband died, she was always very smartly dressed and always seemed to be wearing stockings,