Her hat and gardening gloves were on the bench, but Granny was nowhere to be seen.
“She’s wandered off again,” called Anne.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Martin called back from the conservatory, without looking up from the paper.
“I thought you were keeping an eye on her,” replied Anne.
“She’s fine,” repeated Martin. “Stop fussing. She wanted to do some weeding.”
“Well she isn’t weeding and I can’t see her anywhere in the garden. She wasn’t behind the bushes when I went to throw the scraps out. I’ll have to check the back lane.”
“She’ll turn up. Don’t worry about it.”
“Or maybe she’s gone off down the shops. On Tuesday she bought five boxes of After Eight Mints and a loo brush. You could at least help.” Anne had come back in and was standing over him reproachfully.
“Like I said, she’ll turn up. She always does. She’s indestructible.”
“She’s certainly vigorous. She’s stronger than me. But mentally – completely off with the fairies. It’s impossible, it’s driving me crazy, I feel like I never have a moment – and just when I was starting to cook dinner. Look, Martin, she’s your mother. I’ll check upstairs in case she’s – I don’t know, painting magical swirls on the wallpaper with lipstick or something, and then I’ll go to the shops. You do the back lane.”
Sighing, Martin folded the paper. He stood up slowly. He went to the door, opened it, and ambled down the path to the sheltered arbour where, as it turned out, his mother was sitting on the bench with her hat on her head and her gloves in her lap.
“There you are, mum,” he said. “Perhaps you should come in now. Anne is fretting.”
“I’ll come when I’m good and ready,” said his mother.
“Fine, fine,” said Martin. He went back to his paper.
Granny waited a little longer until she was sure the sparkles from the portal behind her were completely gone and it was safe to get up from the bench. She patted her pocket. Wonderful stuff, this magic dust. Perhaps it was reckless to get the habit at her age, but it made her feel brilliant and my goodness she needed it living with that pair. As she walked back to the house she calculated she could nip to the shop after dinner. This time, the fairies wanted Milk Tray.