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something to write about every day, no matter how sick you were feeling.’
Good Ollie, give her the facts. The tour guide has the good grace to stop listening to this conversation, clearly understand it’s private and not something for him to get involved in.
‘I know Ollie. I was thinking about writing a diary to help people who’re going through the same thing, or something for my mum to read and remember me by when I’m gone. A memento of my travelling but I’m too lazy to write it myself. So if you can persuade your boss, this would be a much better idea.’
Ollie looks a bit awkward, I’m sure he doesn’t want to get her hopes up. From what Josh has said , Ollie’s the favourite at work and he’s as close to top as you get. So if he wants something publishing, he’s almost certain to get it.
‘I’ll talk to my boss when I go in today. Unlike most companies, if the boss wants us in on a weekend, he’s more than happy to work as well.’
‘Dude, let’s not talk about work yeah? It’s bad enough being a waiter and having to work weekends without you reminding me.’
Poor Josh, I feel sympathy for him; I used to hate my job before I quit to come here. At least I worked in an office so I was only Monday to Friday. But then saying that, when we decided to go travelling Isabella and I used to fundraise at the weekends to help us with money. I was working seven days a week for a month, but it paid off because I still have quite a lot in my savings account, and I’ve avoided touching the savings bond mum set up with the money she got when dad died. I know there’s quite a lot in there, but I don’t want to use it, I only got it when I turned 21 a couple of days ago, but I made a pact with myself when I first found out about it. I will not spend it until I’m at least 30, unless I decide to buy a house, go to university or have a baby, as these are expensive, landmark expenses.
‘Right, we’re going to start the decent now, so I’d get your camera ready sweetheart.’
Chapter Six
The landing was fairly stress-free. There were a few little bumps, and I found myself clinging to both Isabella and Ollie’s hand s until their fingers went numb. Once we’d landed, we had a glass of champagne to toast the new day. Then we had a lovely picnic breakfast in the field we landed in, while the tracking team came to deflate the balloon and pack everything away. It’s weird to think they’ve followed us all this way, I can’t help but think what would have happened if they’d got stuck in traffic and lost us. Luckily they didn’t.
After we were all given a certificate of flight, photo postcard and food we were driven back to the start to get Ollie’s car. We’ve just dropped Josh home for a couple of hours sleep before he goes to work. Ollie’s now driving us to Discovery Cove so we can get a nice early start.
So far today we’ve crossed off 37 – go in a hot air balloon, 38 – get drunk on champagne. Although, we both admitted we only felt drunk for about ten minutes before the food hit our stomachs. We’re still going to count it though. We also crossed off 40 – start the day with alcohol without feeling guilty, and 58 – fly without panicking, something Isabella already mastered on the way here. After all, I guess the fear of impending death is less scary when you know you’re on your countdown anyway.
‘Okay, we’re here! Can I have your memory card now?’
Isabella takes the little card from her camera, replacing it with her spare one and hands it to Ollie excitedly.
‘Have a great time and give me a call when you want picking up. I’m going to spend the day at work so it’ll take me about half an hour to get here.’
I lean over to give him a kiss before getting out the car, and he
Good Ollie, give her the facts. The tour guide has the good grace to stop listening to this conversation, clearly understand it’s private and not something for him to get involved in.
‘I know Ollie. I was thinking about writing a diary to help people who’re going through the same thing, or something for my mum to read and remember me by when I’m gone. A memento of my travelling but I’m too lazy to write it myself. So if you can persuade your boss, this would be a much better idea.’
Ollie looks a bit awkward, I’m sure he doesn’t want to get her hopes up. From what Josh has said , Ollie’s the favourite at work and he’s as close to top as you get. So if he wants something publishing, he’s almost certain to get it.
‘I’ll talk to my boss when I go in today. Unlike most companies, if the boss wants us in on a weekend, he’s more than happy to work as well.’
‘Dude, let’s not talk about work yeah? It’s bad enough being a waiter and having to work weekends without you reminding me.’
Poor Josh, I feel sympathy for him; I used to hate my job before I quit to come here. At least I worked in an office so I was only Monday to Friday. But then saying that, when we decided to go travelling Isabella and I used to fundraise at the weekends to help us with money. I was working seven days a week for a month, but it paid off because I still have quite a lot in my savings account, and I’ve avoided touching the savings bond mum set up with the money she got when dad died. I know there’s quite a lot in there, but I don’t want to use it, I only got it when I turned 21 a couple of days ago, but I made a pact with myself when I first found out about it. I will not spend it until I’m at least 30, unless I decide to buy a house, go to university or have a baby, as these are expensive, landmark expenses.
‘Right, we’re going to start the decent now, so I’d get your camera ready sweetheart.’
Chapter Six
The landing was fairly stress-free. There were a few little bumps, and I found myself clinging to both Isabella and Ollie’s hand s until their fingers went numb. Once we’d landed, we had a glass of champagne to toast the new day. Then we had a lovely picnic breakfast in the field we landed in, while the tracking team came to deflate the balloon and pack everything away. It’s weird to think they’ve followed us all this way, I can’t help but think what would have happened if they’d got stuck in traffic and lost us. Luckily they didn’t.
After we were all given a certificate of flight, photo postcard and food we were driven back to the start to get Ollie’s car. We’ve just dropped Josh home for a couple of hours sleep before he goes to work. Ollie’s now driving us to Discovery Cove so we can get a nice early start.
So far today we’ve crossed off 37 – go in a hot air balloon, 38 – get drunk on champagne. Although, we both admitted we only felt drunk for about ten minutes before the food hit our stomachs. We’re still going to count it though. We also crossed off 40 – start the day with alcohol without feeling guilty, and 58 – fly without panicking, something Isabella already mastered on the way here. After all, I guess the fear of impending death is less scary when you know you’re on your countdown anyway.
‘Okay, we’re here! Can I have your memory card now?’
Isabella takes the little card from her camera, replacing it with her spare one and hands it to Ollie excitedly.
‘Have a great time and give me a call when you want picking up. I’m going to spend the day at work so it’ll take me about half an hour to get here.’
I lean over to give him a kiss before getting out the car, and he
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