Aunty Rosemarie’s birthday fell on a lovely sunny day in mid-April.
That day, her ‘adopted’ nephew, Paul, arrived on his bicycle at her large country cottage, to stay for a few days over the Easter holidays. He looked hot and tired as he had ridden about 30 miles, and so after he had left his shoes and outdoor clothes in the scullery, she took him upstairs for a relaxing bath.
She had decided that he must rest in bed afterwards, before enjoying the nice meal that she was preparing for him. “Go and undress,”