All change. Mind the gap.

Goodness, gracious me! Another ten years, and such a lot has happened. Talk about Fred Astaire and his, ‘Won’t you change partners and dance with me?’ Sandra has dumped Frank and ridden off into the sunset with Norman in his open-topped sports car. Frank has married Marjorie and become a father in the process. He got his doctorate, moved into production management, but is now staring possible redundancy in the face even as he gazes down at his newly born son.

It all started out so gently today. Sandra and Frank, girlfriend and boyfriend, travel by bus to the city (un-named to protect the innocent) to start the second year of their quite different degree courses. They meet at every free opportunity to savour the cultural flavour of the city. They go to the bookshop together to buy their textbooks. Everyone is so happy and loving in this demi-paradise. Until… yes, it isn’t quite paradise.

Towards the end of term, as Christmas nears, Frank and Sandra, not being completely joined at the hip, go out clubbing with some of their respective course peers. If only the two groups had chosen different clubs. You know what’s coming. A girl, who is sat next to Frank, chooses to wrap herself around him, while she tries to persuade him to join everyone on a foreign trip in the year to come.

Oops! Just at that very moment, Sandra’s lot waltz in. Someone points Frank out to her and, before you know it, Frank has been royally dumped.

Meanwhile, back in the land of the wealthy, Norman has passed his degree with honours. He starts his professional development in the family business. This requires some study for his exams, and he chooses to do some of it in the local library. Meanwhile, as he is on his way, Frank and Sandra sit at separate tables in the library, ignoring each other. As Norman arrives, the only free chair is at the table facing Sandra. Wouldn’t you know it! He asks her permission to sit there. She recognises him as having been to the same school, even if he was two years older. He recognises her book titles, and it turns out he had just finished the same course as she’s doing. No sooner said than… they walk out of the door together, leaving poor Frank open mouthed. He watches through the window as his mini-skirted ex swings her long legs into Norman’s Goodwood green sports car and they disappear, apparently out of his future.

I was in the groove by now so I pushed on to start the next chapter where wedding bells ring. I imply that bit: two weddings happen without bells and whistles in my story. A baby is born and all is looking good – except for Frank who is sure that redundancy is just around the corner – with a wife, a baby and a mortgage to support in the manner to which they’d like to be accustomed. Add to which, he’s now a bit long in the tooth for the jobs market as it is. Lucky Norman: poor old Frank. Frank’s job – for the time being anyway – is as Production Manager at a factory, so today’s featured photograph is of a factory: not the one in the story, I just made that one up.

I’ve added another 4,000 words or so today, but I suspect that I shall need to revisit my original plans for how the accountancy practice has developed and will continue to reshape itself. I need to rethink the dynamics of the relationship between Norman’s parents and grandparents as they age and how that is affected by relationships between them and the other partners.

I used my Pentax KP cropped sensor camera, using a 16-85 mm f/3.5-5.6 lens at 16 mm and f/9. The ISO was 100 and the shutter speed 1/800 seconds. The shot was taken handheld without any filters. In Lightroom I used the auto transform feature to straighten things up a bit.

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