BFF’s home was my escape. A kind of “out of the frying pan, into the fire” vibe!

I’d spend weekends there with her, her two brothers, her step-mother and step-sister. Her Dad was in Oman earning the money.

Dire Straits was the band du mode at that time.

It was most disconcerting to sit around the breakfast table and be introduced to the step-mother’s lover who’d spent the night there – whilst her husband was away.

Most disconcerting.

BFF eventually could not stand it any longer and told her father the whole truth about the cuckoo in their nest.

Sultans of Swing :o)