Local supplier of scones
Terry Bob exudes a powerful maternal aura. She wears an apron with her own name embroidered on the front and somehow that works for her, aesthetically. She has wiry grey hair, and despite being much shorter than Dickie, she is still entirely capable of picking her daughter right up off the ground, perhaps by sheer force of parental embarrassment magic.
She is a lover, not a fighter.
Terry lives in a little cottage in Oakhurst with her son Winifred Bob, her daughter Richard Bob having left home some years ago.