Her reply shocked me..."I've not... erm" she paused "I'm not sure I should tell you this". " go on" I replied, "well err... John (her husband) has bee... neglecting some of my erm... Needs". " like what" I asked, seeking confirmation of a conclusion I had already reached in my head. "Sex, Ryan" she replied bluntly, with an assured firmness in her voice. This was also the conclusion I came to.Wanting to tiptoe around the issue I said "there's probably a reason, maybe stress from work". She. I paused hesitated in speaking what I was about to utter, took a sip to think for one moment and intentionally avoided saying that and just uttered “forget it…” I knew that Ruchi will not leave the matter easily and next instant she spoke “No…tell me” “Ok first promise you will not mind anything…” I spoke and told her my condition and by saying “Ok…I promise” she agreed to my condition“I want to say that it’s a very close mismatch” I knew she will not get my words at the first instant and Ruchi. I hastily doffed my coat and turned to Alicia, still dripping in the hall. "Here," I said, "let's get those wet things upstairs. I'll put them in the spare room." With that I took her gently but firmly by the arm and led her up the stairs, still in her raincoat and hat. She came meekly. If she thought it odd to be taken upstairs within seconds of arrival, she gave no sign. Wendy, however, gave me a sharp knowing look and I mouthed back at her, "I can't wait."I took Alicia to the spare room. It. She was not interested in birds and her boyfriend was still down in Wiltshire. Nevertheless, being her mother's daughter, she was never at a loss for friends and she shared digs with Annette. She was happy enough.That September as Annette approached her nineteenth birthday both girls were invited to Nottingham to take part in the England Women's Hockey trials. Neither was selected for the squad but were warmly commended and told they would be invited back the next year. Annette was relieved..