You’ve gotta love old patterns. They always give me ideas for really cheesy soap or horror story plots. For your entertainment, I bring you some of my favourites:

Roger was a sweet guy. So confident that he could fix Jenny’s car in time for the girl’s road trip. But before they’d made it out of town, nasty-smelling smoke began to fill the cabin and Jenny had to pull over.

Fresh air cleared her head, but left her with a terrible headache. But the girls… oh, the girls…

Poor Suzie, barely able to support her own weight, insisted on staying near the car, breathing the fumes and crooning about how the clouds and the trees were now all such wonderful colours…

And Heather, normally so refined, wore her handbag on her head and excitedly told us she was receiving communications from little blue men beyond the solar system, who were waaay coool and knew the secrets to peace, happiness and warm leggings.

Fortunately – or unfortunately – Silvia remained her normal self, though she kept insisting that there was room for the poodle in the back and we should go back and get her Snookypoo.

All Jenny was sure of, was that Roger had a lot of explaining to go.