Tracy's Sunday ritual
Tracy's five hour Sunday lunch is very important to her. After finishing the meal and catching up on the week's events, Tracy's already dreaming of next week's lunch.
"Like the ingredients of my main meal - we belong together.
It's become a tradition. Every Sunday for the past seven years, we meet at the same place, the same time... to settle down for a leisurely five hour lunch.
"Fish and chips for me and a large Chardonnay please." Donna takes ages to choose. Helen has 'Dish of the Day', while baby Martha devours a large piece of cheese. Niki, toxic free and glowing with health, settles for a mineral water, which leaves Jane, who pushes her plate away, to enjoy a liquid lunch, "I'll have another Lager."
Between courses we piece together everything that's happened to us during the week, the highs the lows and the bits in-between.
Like roast beef and Yorkshire pudding... and apple pie and custard, we make the perfect meal. We laugh, we talk loudly, we cry and we argue. Then we sit back and digest it all.
Are we sad? Are we obsessive? I don't think so. Some say we're strange people, people talk about us at work, hushed voices, eyebrows raised. Secretly though, I think they're jealous, as I watch them lick their lips with envy.
Our lives change, people come and go, and things happen that turn our worlds upside down. But our Sunday lunch is constant. As we feed ourselves, we feed off each other.
So as the plates are cleared and the glasses clinked, we move away from our table. I'm already dreaming of next week's Sunday lunch."