I used to sit and watch the rain. In the most expensive street in the city I felt I had reached my lowest point. I usually had a large house with a spa corner bath and spectacular view of my beautiful yet desolate prison of ten years married to a goul. Two shiny boys filled my time with motherhood and I loved the hell out of my two helpings of pride and joy. Oh but I was bored. Boring loneliness Reading sufficed for a time. Cooking inspired my creativity but where was I headed in an unhappy abusive marriage to a man who cared little for others.