En garde

Marcia went over to Livia's house in the next town. Like her own house, it was a high-spec detached place consistent with the affluent Essex golden triangle. 'New money' exclaimed its presence.

Livia's kitchen was certainly something and they sat and ate a very nice lunch, and more importantly drank rather a lot of the Prosecco magnum that Marcia brought. She'd come by taxi so as not to cramp their style.

Livia was quite guarded initially, unsure why Marcia had come over. They did moan about their respective spouses, but gave away little.

Marcia did detect some issues though.