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a waste of time and money -
he often went away for long weekends of golf, even a week to the
Algarve once. Rebecca didn’t mind him going away. She actually
welcomed the peace and quiet. Sometimes she took a weekend off to
visit Sarah at Leeds University or Toby at Bristol. Last time she
had gone to Leeds she had treated herself and Sarah to a day at a
Spa and they’d spent a lovely few hours wrapped in fluffy white
towels being pampered.
    That was an
idea - perhaps a long weekend at a Spa would be good. Recharge her
batteries, spend some time thinking about what to do next.
    A car. Well
Rebecca could do with a new car. Daniel had a company car, a Ford
Focus which was replaced every two years and came insured and
serviced and seemed perfectly acceptable to Rebecca. Daniel didn’t
think it was appropriate He felt he should have something that
reflected his position in the company. Rebecca had refrained from
pointing out that his position was that of the worst performing
sales man. Her car was a little Nissan that was old and rusty but
Daniel had declared it good enough.
    She could buy
the children cars as well, nothing over the top but something to
give them some independence.
    She hugged
herself. What fun! What else could she buy?
    She thought
about a holiday and realised that Daniel would only want to go
somewhere he could play golf - regardless of what Rebecca might
want to do. He certainly wouldn’t be interested in a weekend in
Prague or New York, ‘who wants to go to a city for a break, just go
into Newcastle and shop instead’ he would say. He wouldn’t dream of
going on a cruise ‘surrounded by people who thought they were
better than they were’. He certainly wouldn’t want a couple of
weeks on a tropical beach ‘God knows what you’ll catch and why go
all that way when there’s perfectly good beaches much closer to
home’. And as for skiing - Rebecca could just see his face turning
purple as he explained to her how many people broke their legs or
even worse, their necks on the ski slope every year.
    So she moved
quickly on and thought about a house. But she knew that would be
another problem. Daniel would want to stay in Darlington. They had
moved here five years before when Daniel had decided he needed to
be closer to Head Office. It made no difference as Daniel’s area
spread right down to the Midlands but he had decided they needed to
move and that’s what happened. The move had coincided with Peter
Thompson’s arrival at White’s. Daniel decided that the reason he
hadn’t been promoted and that Peter had been chosen for the job was
because Daniel hadn’t lived close enough to the office. Daniel had
been overlooked because of his location, because he wasn’t in the
office every day to remind them who he was and how good he was.
Rebecca was of the opinion that if Daniel had been good enough for
the job they would have given it to him anyway but muttering about
being held back and needing to compete Daniel had dragged them all
North.
    Rebecca and the
children had hated it. Rebecca had loved Leeds. She had loved the
village they lived in on the outskirts of the town, she had loved
her friends, the life she had grown for herself over the last 15
years. The children were appalled to be dragged out of their school
and away from their friends but Daniel had gone steaming ahead. It
was what he needed and as he was providing the roof over their
head, they would all have to get used to a move to Darlington. They
had never recovered from that move.
    With 15.7
million they could buy the house of their dreams wherever they
wanted. And as far as Rebecca was concerned it would be anywhere
but Darlington.
    She finished
the brandy with a sigh. Her virtual spending wasn’t exactly working
out. Making a decision she jumped up and ran up the stairs to find
some socks for her still cold feet, slip on some boots and grab her
coat. Before leaving the house she held the lottery ticket in her
hand. It had lived in her