I was standing in the queue at Tesco and the silver haired lady at the checkout was talking excitedly about ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ with a friend as she checked out shopping. When she’d finished, her friend left and the lady started on my tins and bottles but she immediately seemed really, really sad.
I drove home and filled in the rest of the story as I went. As soon as I pulled up, I ran in the house and started writing.
The result is all made-up but it’s quite a nice story I think.