Kay moved a small overnight bag from one seat of her settee and plonked herself down in the space. How did she come to have so much stuff? It must have multiplied rapidly in the moving van. nnSomewhere in the house was her comb, her make up, hopefully her toothbrush. Running her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair Kay felt the knots and shuddered. During the week she was never usually seen without a smart suit, full war paint and a neat French pleat in her hair. Even at weekends she would pull it back with bands or clips. Her colleagues at work wouldn't believe she could look quite so scruffy.nn"Relaxed, stressed out but relaxed, if that's possible."nnShe had always promised herself a smart townhouse as soon as she could afford the deposit and six months earlier had met her target. Now all she had to do was keep up the mortgage repayments and it was hers forever.nnThe rain continued to pelt against the windows and she heard the unmistakable sound of a cat flap being used. A bedraggled and obviously deeply insulted black and white cat walked towards her and stopped. It was waiting for something, Kay just wasn't sure what the something was.nnA sigh escaped her as she got to her feet. Even sitting for a couple of minutes showed her how out of condition she was. There was a gym just a few minutes from her new home though and that was another thing on her 'to do' list. Annual membership.nnA box on the longer kitchen counter said, amongst other things, 'tea towels' on the label and she rummaged until she found a slightly fluffy one and returned to the living room. The cat had made itself comfortable in the vacated space on the settee and Kay leant over and began rubbing the damp fur.