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Authors: Kirsty Greenwood
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REPLY TO: DIONNE
No. x
“ I thought Yorkshire was just around the corner from Manchester, ” I grumble as we zoom along the motorway in Meg’s Beetle. We’ve been on the road for an hour already. Olly is still not returning my calls and texts and tweets and voicemail and Facebook messages. Meg is insisting that in order to brighten up the despondent mood our soundtrack for the journey is Disco Fever – The Best 70’s Songs in the Universe, Ever.. And while I’m not a fan of disco music, I must admit that all the songs about ‘freaking out’ are very apt.
“ It’s North Yorkshire, ” says Meg, pointing at the sat nav on the dashboard. “ Which is more than double the distance of West Yorkshire, so it’ll take at least another hour. ” She shoves one hand down the pocket in the car door and tugs out a battered A to Z which she chucks at me. “ Here. Find Little Trooley in there. Should keep your hands away from your phone for five seconds. Let Olly calm down. He’ll ring you back when he’s ready. ”
Normally I’d agree. There’s nothing creepier to a guy that a trillion missed calls from a girlfriend. Needy McNeedyson. But with Olly, I get the feeling that he’d like how hard I’ve tried to get in touch with him. He’d see it as a sign that I care. That I'm sorry for what I said. Nevertheless I put my mobile back into my bag, take the A to Z and flick through it.
After five minutes of staring at a page full of green I spot it. It’s a tiny little patch in the shape of a figure eight. Little Trooley. Running through the lower circle of the figure eight is a river and then - signposted as a landmark - Truth Springs Waterfall. Sounds pretty.
I’m tracing my finger across the line of the river when Meg turns down the radio.
“ Natty, can I ask you a question? ”
The yearning to answer appears right away. The effect is like a switch being flicked on. My brain feels like it's humming. I'm alert and I want nothing more than to supply an answer to Meg's question. It's the most peculiar sensation I've ever had.
“ Yes you can, ” I reply. “ But watch out. You don't know what kind of secrets I may reveal! ” I laugh, but it doesn't quite ring true. I feel a tad nervous at the prospect of another embarrassing question that I won’t have any choice but to answer.
“ Do you love Olly? ” Meg asks simply.
Oh.
“ What? Yes of course! ” I say at once.
Intense relief floods through me as the truth makes itself known. Not that I was worried about the answer or anything. Obviously I love Olly! I frown at Meg, a sudden feeling of indignation prickling at my chest.
“ Why on earth would you ask me that? ”
“ Ah, no reason, ” says Meg brightly, carefully overtaking the car ahead of us.
“ Seriously. All the questions you could have asked and that is the first one you choose? ”
Fancy asking a silly question like that. Whether I love the man I’m going to be marrying in a few weeks! So daft.
“ It’s just… ” Meg starts. She clears her throat and continues. “ It’s just. I thought you might not, you know, really... I don’t know why. You obviously do. ”
I frown at her.
“ What I mea n is… ” she clears her throat. “ Y ou just seem so… settled . ”
I goggle at her. “ That’s the entire point of getting married! Being settled! ”
“ No, I know, well. You went from zero to settled in about a month. ”
“ I knew he was the one, ” I say simply.
“ There hasn’t been a honeymoon period. The passionate bit. You never argue. ”
“ Passion is overrated, ” I say fervently. “ I want to spend my life with him, Meg. Reliable is way more important than passion. Jeez. It’s a GOOD thing that we don’t argue. My mum and dad argued all the time and you know how that turned out! ”
“ Sorry. Ignore me, ” says Meg. “ I shouldn’t have said anything. “
“ No, ” I sniff, folding my arms and looking out of
REPLY TO: DIONNE
No. x
“ I thought Yorkshire was just around the corner from Manchester, ” I grumble as we zoom along the motorway in Meg’s Beetle. We’ve been on the road for an hour already. Olly is still not returning my calls and texts and tweets and voicemail and Facebook messages. Meg is insisting that in order to brighten up the despondent mood our soundtrack for the journey is Disco Fever – The Best 70’s Songs in the Universe, Ever.. And while I’m not a fan of disco music, I must admit that all the songs about ‘freaking out’ are very apt.
“ It’s North Yorkshire, ” says Meg, pointing at the sat nav on the dashboard. “ Which is more than double the distance of West Yorkshire, so it’ll take at least another hour. ” She shoves one hand down the pocket in the car door and tugs out a battered A to Z which she chucks at me. “ Here. Find Little Trooley in there. Should keep your hands away from your phone for five seconds. Let Olly calm down. He’ll ring you back when he’s ready. ”
Normally I’d agree. There’s nothing creepier to a guy that a trillion missed calls from a girlfriend. Needy McNeedyson. But with Olly, I get the feeling that he’d like how hard I’ve tried to get in touch with him. He’d see it as a sign that I care. That I'm sorry for what I said. Nevertheless I put my mobile back into my bag, take the A to Z and flick through it.
After five minutes of staring at a page full of green I spot it. It’s a tiny little patch in the shape of a figure eight. Little Trooley. Running through the lower circle of the figure eight is a river and then - signposted as a landmark - Truth Springs Waterfall. Sounds pretty.
I’m tracing my finger across the line of the river when Meg turns down the radio.
“ Natty, can I ask you a question? ”
The yearning to answer appears right away. The effect is like a switch being flicked on. My brain feels like it's humming. I'm alert and I want nothing more than to supply an answer to Meg's question. It's the most peculiar sensation I've ever had.
“ Yes you can, ” I reply. “ But watch out. You don't know what kind of secrets I may reveal! ” I laugh, but it doesn't quite ring true. I feel a tad nervous at the prospect of another embarrassing question that I won’t have any choice but to answer.
“ Do you love Olly? ” Meg asks simply.
Oh.
“ What? Yes of course! ” I say at once.
Intense relief floods through me as the truth makes itself known. Not that I was worried about the answer or anything. Obviously I love Olly! I frown at Meg, a sudden feeling of indignation prickling at my chest.
“ Why on earth would you ask me that? ”
“ Ah, no reason, ” says Meg brightly, carefully overtaking the car ahead of us.
“ Seriously. All the questions you could have asked and that is the first one you choose? ”
Fancy asking a silly question like that. Whether I love the man I’m going to be marrying in a few weeks! So daft.
“ It’s just… ” Meg starts. She clears her throat and continues. “ It’s just. I thought you might not, you know, really... I don’t know why. You obviously do. ”
I frown at her.
“ What I mea n is… ” she clears her throat. “ Y ou just seem so… settled . ”
I goggle at her. “ That’s the entire point of getting married! Being settled! ”
“ No, I know, well. You went from zero to settled in about a month. ”
“ I knew he was the one, ” I say simply.
“ There hasn’t been a honeymoon period. The passionate bit. You never argue. ”
“ Passion is overrated, ” I say fervently. “ I want to spend my life with him, Meg. Reliable is way more important than passion. Jeez. It’s a GOOD thing that we don’t argue. My mum and dad argued all the time and you know how that turned out! ”
“ Sorry. Ignore me, ” says Meg. “ I shouldn’t have said anything. “
“ No, ” I sniff, folding my arms and looking out of
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