An ordinary couple
Everyone in the village of Little Backwater agreed that Norman and Cynthia Wagstaff were nice.
‘There goes Mr Wagstaff,’ greengrocer Herbert Peeling always remarked when Norman passed his window on his way to the office. And, if any strangers asked what Mr Wagstaff was like, Mr Peeling would add, ‘He’s an accountant. Nice man, very ordinary.’
‘There goes Mrs Wagstaff,’ newsagent Gloria Page always remarked as Cynthia passed her window on her way to church to give the pews a once-over. She’d add, ‘She’s the church warden. Nice lady, very ordinary.’
Norman and Cynthia lived quiet, uneventful lives in their detached house on the edge of the village. They played bridge with the vicar and his wife every Tuesday evening and, on Saturday afternoons, they enjoyed a glass of dry sherry while watching quiz shows Norman had recorded during the week.
He was, quite frankly, not their sort of person
They had been married for many years and, if the Wagstaffs had been blessed with
