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added quite a lot to the atmos.
Did you know in Japan they have a blossom forecast? Don’t you think that’s the coolest thing?
Anyway, Ludo’s in agreement with me ‒ Enid must have had an affair. Martha’s not sure, she doesn’t think her mum was the type to have affairs but I don’t think there is a type. I mean, yes, there’s a type who have affairs but there’s also just humans, aren’t there? People who get swept away by their emotions. We’ve all done it. Doesn’t mean she set out to have an affair, does it?
I know you’re thinking that this is some veiled metaphor about your mum, but it isn’t I promise. I know it sounds like it is but it isn’t. Although, with your mum in mind, I think maybe she’s just really susceptible to her emotions.
And actually, with that in mind, don’t shut yours off, Hol. I know it’s tempting, but feeling something isn’t a bad thing. (Whatever your old rowing coach used to tell you otherwise!)
Have you been writing in the baby diary?
Right, shit, gotta go. There’s a queue of customers that I’ve totally ignored. Oops.
Annie x
PS Seen that this didn’t send so am adding footnote. I have been experimenting with cherry macaroons and cherry brandy sorbet. The former I’m not great at, the latter ‒ bloody awesome. Try and make some for your van. It’s like ‒ hard to describe ‒ like the 1980s in a lolly. They’ll love it over there.
PPS More Wilf please. I need a step-by-step breakdown, Holly.
PPPS Matt says to say that your rowers are doing very well. He’s having his own stresses though because River has had his first fight with Clemmie. And Matt’s parenting skills have not been tested on relationship counselling yet. She thinks he’s been flirting with some girl called Hannah Cornwall ‒ I didn’t know her but Matt said that you’d know her because she rows. All big boobs and big hair as far as I can tell. Looks more like she’d eat River alive. Bit saddened by this streak of insecurity in Clemmie ‒ I thought she was stronger than that, you know, a tough rock chick. But maybe everyone’s a bit like that. Or maybe River
is
flirting with Big Boobs, which would be really sad. Shame on River.
PPPPS Do you know the Robinsons, from the big manor house? They’ve split up. It’s the gossip of the island. He just upped and left. It’s really sad. I was always really jealous of them when they came into the cafe together. She had those huge great diamonds on her fingers and perfect hair, like she went to the hairdresser for a blow-dry every morning (which quite frankly would be an uber-hassle but, none the less, looked amazing) but obvs things weren’t as perfect as they looked. So…he’s gone.
PPPPPS I’ve told Matt about Wilf. Sorry. I’m just so bad at keeping secrets. He promises he won’t tell anyone else.
PPPPPPS Have watered the allotment. Flowers are doing very well. Think other things are sprouting but no clue what they are.
Chapter Eleven
Holly put her phone down on the table as the waitress brought over a freshly squeezed orange juice and a pain au chocolat. She’d woken up early to find Wilf lying on the bed next to her on top of the covers, fully clothed, snoring lightly. She was quite proud of him for not sleeping on the floor. It was almost a relief that she hadn’t got her own way, that he matched her every step and didn’t let her get away with any nonsense.
He looked really pretty as he slept. His hair was all messy, the material of his polo shirt caught and pulled open across his chest. His face looked younger, softer and, up close, she could see tiny freckles across his nose. She sat watching him breathing and remembered waking up with him the morning after they’d slept together. She’d had a splitting headache and a hangover and her immediate thought had been to get out of there so that she wouldn’t have to face the humiliation of him saying that he had to go ‒ things to do and all that. He’d opened his
Did you know in Japan they have a blossom forecast? Don’t you think that’s the coolest thing?
Anyway, Ludo’s in agreement with me ‒ Enid must have had an affair. Martha’s not sure, she doesn’t think her mum was the type to have affairs but I don’t think there is a type. I mean, yes, there’s a type who have affairs but there’s also just humans, aren’t there? People who get swept away by their emotions. We’ve all done it. Doesn’t mean she set out to have an affair, does it?
I know you’re thinking that this is some veiled metaphor about your mum, but it isn’t I promise. I know it sounds like it is but it isn’t. Although, with your mum in mind, I think maybe she’s just really susceptible to her emotions.
And actually, with that in mind, don’t shut yours off, Hol. I know it’s tempting, but feeling something isn’t a bad thing. (Whatever your old rowing coach used to tell you otherwise!)
Have you been writing in the baby diary?
Right, shit, gotta go. There’s a queue of customers that I’ve totally ignored. Oops.
Annie x
PS Seen that this didn’t send so am adding footnote. I have been experimenting with cherry macaroons and cherry brandy sorbet. The former I’m not great at, the latter ‒ bloody awesome. Try and make some for your van. It’s like ‒ hard to describe ‒ like the 1980s in a lolly. They’ll love it over there.
PPS More Wilf please. I need a step-by-step breakdown, Holly.
PPPS Matt says to say that your rowers are doing very well. He’s having his own stresses though because River has had his first fight with Clemmie. And Matt’s parenting skills have not been tested on relationship counselling yet. She thinks he’s been flirting with some girl called Hannah Cornwall ‒ I didn’t know her but Matt said that you’d know her because she rows. All big boobs and big hair as far as I can tell. Looks more like she’d eat River alive. Bit saddened by this streak of insecurity in Clemmie ‒ I thought she was stronger than that, you know, a tough rock chick. But maybe everyone’s a bit like that. Or maybe River
is
flirting with Big Boobs, which would be really sad. Shame on River.
PPPPS Do you know the Robinsons, from the big manor house? They’ve split up. It’s the gossip of the island. He just upped and left. It’s really sad. I was always really jealous of them when they came into the cafe together. She had those huge great diamonds on her fingers and perfect hair, like she went to the hairdresser for a blow-dry every morning (which quite frankly would be an uber-hassle but, none the less, looked amazing) but obvs things weren’t as perfect as they looked. So…he’s gone.
PPPPPS I’ve told Matt about Wilf. Sorry. I’m just so bad at keeping secrets. He promises he won’t tell anyone else.
PPPPPPS Have watered the allotment. Flowers are doing very well. Think other things are sprouting but no clue what they are.
Chapter Eleven
Holly put her phone down on the table as the waitress brought over a freshly squeezed orange juice and a pain au chocolat. She’d woken up early to find Wilf lying on the bed next to her on top of the covers, fully clothed, snoring lightly. She was quite proud of him for not sleeping on the floor. It was almost a relief that she hadn’t got her own way, that he matched her every step and didn’t let her get away with any nonsense.
He looked really pretty as he slept. His hair was all messy, the material of his polo shirt caught and pulled open across his chest. His face looked younger, softer and, up close, she could see tiny freckles across his nose. She sat watching him breathing and remembered waking up with him the morning after they’d slept together. She’d had a splitting headache and a hangover and her immediate thought had been to get out of there so that she wouldn’t have to face the humiliation of him saying that he had to go ‒ things to do and all that. He’d opened his
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