Monthly Archives: August 2006

Pt.4 When he arrived home from Amsterdam-by-way-of-Paris he was in for a shock. So was I…. It was the day after my birthday and two whole months since we last saw one another. Since I last said ‘I love you’ and he last laughed ‘You’re only human’. I never felt comfortable in cleavage, but I

I’ve moved. But I’ve no time to settle. In two days time I go galloping across the globe to follow his passion – photography. He calls it an adventure. Like backpacking through Europe. Only we’ll be SUVing through America. Split lives. Here and there. The excitement and the stress of it all. He’s as enthusiastic

Pt.3: Then he used the word sister (SISTER!) and said he was going to see Van Strudel. We’d talk when he got back. I went straight to Eliza. All she said was “Oh B” and “Let’s make for the Hogs Head.” My inebriated friend was the queen of optimism-verging-on-delusion. “He’s dying to sweep you away,”

I’m eating crumpets. With big dollops of butter that’ll stick to my thighs. Then it’s a martini and more because I never have before, and because an old alumni I didn’t know I knew seems to think they’re good in a crisis. That’s what I’m having. Here’s why. * I’m packing – for a year.

Pt 2: I stopped eating and drinking and breathing, because what I heard was this: “I love you. I just don’t know it yet.” So naturally, I went and made a fool of myself. That Wednesday was dinner and a movie. I called in Indian. Korma, rice pilaf, nan bread with those little sweet bits.

Pt.1 : I blamed it on a 5’11 Dutch model but to be honest, it was his fault for liking Dutch models in the first place. She was glossy and gorgeous and every time I saw one of those ads I’d have to deal with it……… We’ve all known chics like that – Haylie Duff’s