She kept her head down."All the way up," Dave told her, taking hold of her upper arm and helping her to her feet.Olivia kept her eyes to the floor as ...ave turned and noticed the four girls in the doorway. Dave hesitated for just a second, then forced his chin up, and still holding Olivia's arm, led her towards the door. "Get out of the way, girls," he told them.The four girls moved out from the doorway and Dave led Olivia out of the kitchen, into the hall and down the hall. Jenn followed close. I said ok and left to room. I spend half an hour to select the dress. But I stopped at wearing the dresses. So I thought of wearing the sari. I went near the saris wardrobe to select the sari. I selected one green color sari and matching blouse and got ready to party. I opened the door and called siddu to my room. He came to my room and I asked him how I was. He kept his mouth wide open by seeing me. I tied the sari below the navel as it is common in foreign countries. My blouse is showing my. At an adjacent table were two Brit couples who asked if I could help put up the umbrella next to them and being very tall it was easy for me to open it out for them.We got talking and they told us that they were all in their late 60s, retired and came from The Wirral. Maggie and Sue had been nurses together for a long time at the same hospital and had been coming to this part of Spain with their husbands for many years and knew the area well. Maggie was married to Dave, a retired bus driver,. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer much comfort against the cold – the wind pierces the wide gauge of the stitches and touches my flesh with its chilly fingertips. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in.