Sue Teddern - The Pre-Loved Club

Location: Marrocco's restaurant

Transcript: At half nine, I get up and make myself some toast and coffee. An hour later, I wake up when the plate falls off the bed. I must have turned the radio on because the Reverend Richard Coles is interviewing Ken and Betty Reynolds who met in the playground in 1965 and haven’t spent the day apart since.

By noon, I’m up and showered and ready to get some sea air. I stroll down George Street and hang a left. I may as well do a sea front walk from Hove to Brighton.

It’s as busy as usual for a sunny Saturday. Runners and skateboarders thundering past. Over-excited dogs chasing balls. There are even one or two wet-suited swimmers, braving the winter waves. When we moved here, I thought I’d swim every day, but I must have gone in three, maybe four times. When you’ve got it on your doorstep, honestly, what’s the hurry? I see that I’m approaching Marrocco’s. Tanya and I could never pass that place without buying a scoop each of dulce de leche. Marrocco’s was our favourite restaurant, with seafood pasta to die for. If I hadn’t scared Nancy off, we could have gone there on our first date. I sit on a bench and my mobile rings. Maybe it’s Tanya: Dora’s feeling better and wants to stay over for the rest of the weekend. I could pick her up within the hour if I tried. I have broccoli.