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night?’ she asks.
‘No, we did not,’ I snap indignantly. Eliza almost always oversleeps. ‘I just had a bad night.’
‘Aah,’ she says, patting my cheek. I flinch with annoyance.
Sometimes I think my mum still sees me as a little girl and not the twenty-seven-year-old woman that I’ve become. Maybe if she came to London more to visit, she’d know the real me
– the one who has a sophisticated, older doctor for a boyfriend and a busy job – but she rarely gets out of Sale these days.
‘You’d better get up,’ she says, standing. ‘The new owner’s architect is coming over soon to measure up.’
‘Okay.’ I yawn and swing my legs out of the bed. ‘Is Eliza up yet?’
‘She’s long gone,’ Mum replies.
‘Where to?’ I ask with alarm.
‘London, flat hunting. Didn’t she tell you?’
‘No, she did not!’ What on earth?
Mum fills me in. Eliza wants to move to London. I can’t believe she didn’t say anything! We may not be close, but I’m still her sister and I could have given her advice about
where to look – she doesn’t know London well at all. Even more proof of how little she respects me.
‘She was out of here at the crack of dawn, raring to go. She reminded me of you when you’ve got ants in your pants.’
I humph and she smiles at me as she goes out the door.
Wait a sec. Why does Eliza want to move to London when Angus and Phoebe are about to come back here? I thought she hated that I’ve had them to myself all these years.
I’ll never work her out, so I give up trying. Eliza’s an enigma, that’s for sure.
Right, then, I’d better get ready. I went out with an architect once and he was rather dishy.
Sadly, this one is not, as I discover half an hour later. He’s up in the loft, grumbling about not being able to see the wood for the trees. The new owners plan to do a
loft extension, apparently.
‘I’m still in the process of sorting everything out, I’m afraid,’ I call up to him, rolling my eyes.
Not that I’m looking for a boyfriend. Gerard is a catch, but frankly he could do with a firecracker or two up his jacksie. We’ve been seeing each other for six and a half months and
he’s thirty-four, tall, dark, handsome,
and
he’s a doctor. However, he does unfortunately happen to be married. He’s not still
with
his wife, mind. I would never
do that. But it would have been nice if the divorce papers had been signed before he’d asked me out. I don’t think they’ve actually been issued.
The thing is, although I admittedly did have a soft spot for Angus when I was younger, I wasn’t deluded. I knew early on that he and I weren’t meant to be, and I certainly
haven’t sat around pining for him since. I’ve moved on, dated, searched for the one true love of my life. I’ll find him eventually, if I haven’t already. I’m not sure
it’s Gerard. He is reasonably attractive, clever and definitely fancies my pants off, but he’s no Angus.
What I mean by that is he’s not the same with me as Angus is with Phoebe. Those two together are adorable. The way they laugh at each other, listen to each other, look at each other... The
way he casually drapes his arm around her shoulder, when they’re hanging out at a barbecue, a beer in his spare hand. I can picture them both, right now, standing on my London balcony in the
early evening sunshine, the week before last. Gerard is far less attentive to me.
There is no doubt in my mind: Angus is absolutely besotted with Phoebe. So what the
hell
has been going on between him and Eliza?
‘Are you okay up there for a minute?’ I call up the ladder, feeling twitchy. I wonder if Eliza’s diary holds any clues.
‘I’m almost done,’ the architect calls back.
‘Do you need help getting down?’
‘Yes, if you could just wait,’ he replies a touch huffily.
I sigh, eager to get back to my reading.
But it’s one thing after another, and then Angus rocks up. Mum answers the door to him and he
‘No, we did not,’ I snap indignantly. Eliza almost always oversleeps. ‘I just had a bad night.’
‘Aah,’ she says, patting my cheek. I flinch with annoyance.
Sometimes I think my mum still sees me as a little girl and not the twenty-seven-year-old woman that I’ve become. Maybe if she came to London more to visit, she’d know the real me
– the one who has a sophisticated, older doctor for a boyfriend and a busy job – but she rarely gets out of Sale these days.
‘You’d better get up,’ she says, standing. ‘The new owner’s architect is coming over soon to measure up.’
‘Okay.’ I yawn and swing my legs out of the bed. ‘Is Eliza up yet?’
‘She’s long gone,’ Mum replies.
‘Where to?’ I ask with alarm.
‘London, flat hunting. Didn’t she tell you?’
‘No, she did not!’ What on earth?
Mum fills me in. Eliza wants to move to London. I can’t believe she didn’t say anything! We may not be close, but I’m still her sister and I could have given her advice about
where to look – she doesn’t know London well at all. Even more proof of how little she respects me.
‘She was out of here at the crack of dawn, raring to go. She reminded me of you when you’ve got ants in your pants.’
I humph and she smiles at me as she goes out the door.
Wait a sec. Why does Eliza want to move to London when Angus and Phoebe are about to come back here? I thought she hated that I’ve had them to myself all these years.
I’ll never work her out, so I give up trying. Eliza’s an enigma, that’s for sure.
Right, then, I’d better get ready. I went out with an architect once and he was rather dishy.
Sadly, this one is not, as I discover half an hour later. He’s up in the loft, grumbling about not being able to see the wood for the trees. The new owners plan to do a
loft extension, apparently.
‘I’m still in the process of sorting everything out, I’m afraid,’ I call up to him, rolling my eyes.
Not that I’m looking for a boyfriend. Gerard is a catch, but frankly he could do with a firecracker or two up his jacksie. We’ve been seeing each other for six and a half months and
he’s thirty-four, tall, dark, handsome,
and
he’s a doctor. However, he does unfortunately happen to be married. He’s not still
with
his wife, mind. I would never
do that. But it would have been nice if the divorce papers had been signed before he’d asked me out. I don’t think they’ve actually been issued.
The thing is, although I admittedly did have a soft spot for Angus when I was younger, I wasn’t deluded. I knew early on that he and I weren’t meant to be, and I certainly
haven’t sat around pining for him since. I’ve moved on, dated, searched for the one true love of my life. I’ll find him eventually, if I haven’t already. I’m not sure
it’s Gerard. He is reasonably attractive, clever and definitely fancies my pants off, but he’s no Angus.
What I mean by that is he’s not the same with me as Angus is with Phoebe. Those two together are adorable. The way they laugh at each other, listen to each other, look at each other... The
way he casually drapes his arm around her shoulder, when they’re hanging out at a barbecue, a beer in his spare hand. I can picture them both, right now, standing on my London balcony in the
early evening sunshine, the week before last. Gerard is far less attentive to me.
There is no doubt in my mind: Angus is absolutely besotted with Phoebe. So what the
hell
has been going on between him and Eliza?
‘Are you okay up there for a minute?’ I call up the ladder, feeling twitchy. I wonder if Eliza’s diary holds any clues.
‘I’m almost done,’ the architect calls back.
‘Do you need help getting down?’
‘Yes, if you could just wait,’ he replies a touch huffily.
I sigh, eager to get back to my reading.
But it’s one thing after another, and then Angus rocks up. Mum answers the door to him and he
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