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Anne and John left the house they always do, in a storm of rage depression and most of all lust. Anna slammed the oak front door doing so she caught her fur coat in the lock. John looked back at the women he once loved know having a heated argument with a door. Who could believe that the once beauty queen with all the air and grace of Grace Kelly could know be the women he saw before him, This insolent aggressive alcoholic piece of work that had just as much grace as a sewer rat. But yet he tolerated her for all her misguidance she was his and he was hers. Till death do us part was looking more like a life sentence than a marriage but as he always done he looked into her deep brown eyes and softly said “get into the car know or well be late again”. Anne looked at her husband and nodded in his direction “my coat is stuck in the door will you give me a hand?” of course my dear John shrugged as he closed the driver’s door and walked towards his aged wife. Have you tried opening the door? Of Corse I have what do you take me for thick she said with her usual aggressive tone. Give me the key John said as he snatched the keys out of his wife’s hand. There you go it’s out know if you don’t mind would you get into the car. I’m going as fast as I can. They both sat in there BMW 3 series with the added extra of alloy wheels listening to BBC radio 3 the Archers was on they both tolerated the over exaggerated goings on of the Ambridge cast. They were on the road for what 30 minutes was but what felt like eternity. As they pulled up outside the grey building Anne turned to John how about a little pick me up before we go in? It’s 10 o’clock in the morning you can’t start drinking brandy at this time of day. You can if you haven’t stopped since yesterday Anne chuckled to herself as she drank what can only be described as a sailors swing of drink. This was a site that john had come quiet accustomed to seeing his wife completely senseless with drink