Daisy leaned against a post and took a bite from the burger that Freddie had just brought over. It tasted foul so she dumped it in the nearby litter bin. She saw her boyfriend scowl at her, she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed the words “its crap, sorry.”
The relationship between them was coming to an end, certainly as far as she was concerned. Freddie as usual, as far as her needs were concerned, was totally oblivious to how she felt. He was obsessed with motor racing, all motor racing. In the three years together she had been dragged off to all formulae of open wheel racers, to touring cars, rallying, hotrods, carting and even motorbikes of every description. And in all weathers too.
Sick of forever looking like a cross between a rag doll and a scarecrow. Fed up with getting wet, windblown and sunburned. She could bear the horrid smells, the deafening noise and the dirty, unkempt, rude men no longer.
