March 2nd, 1989

March 2nd, 1989

At home

Today reminded me of when I used to work 9 – 5pm, Monday to Friday in an office and would spend Saturday morning running around trying to get stuff done in as little time as possible. Not that there was any pressure to do that today, but once I’d been out for a few hours I envisioned missing Ben on the phone so I cycled home faster than I usually would.

Of course Ben had called, as had Pamsy, Sarah and Jon.

I immediately dialed Ben’s number and let it ring for thirty times, before I reluctantly hung up.

I rang Sarah and we chatted for about half an hour. “Come round tomorrow night, we’re making pizza,” she said.

“I can’t, I’ll be at Pamsy’s tomorrow night.”

“I haven’t seen you for ages. I want to hear about Jubail.”

“Jeddah,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Jeddah is where I just went, not Jubail.”

“Oh, is that in the middle east?” she asked.


“Did you have to dress like the women there?”

“Mostly, yes.” I was expecting her to ask more about it, but instead she said,

“Simon’s cousin is coming over on Saturday. He likes travelling too and he’s really nice looking.”

“Sarah,” I said. “Did you forget I have a boyfriend?”

“He’s not a real boyfriend,” she said.

“Why? Because he’s out of the country?” I knew I sounded snippy.

“Come over on Saturday night and you can tell us about Jubail.”

I didn’t bother to correct her. “I’ll ring you on Saturday when I get back from Pamsy’s.”

“Promise you’ll come over.”

“I’m not promising,” I said.

“See you on Saturday night, I’m so excited. You’ll really like Rob.”

I tried getting hold of Ben again and let it ring twenty times before I hung up.

Rang Pamsy next but we didn’t talk for long because she was off to the dentist. She said she’s excited I’ll be there tomorrow night and has plenty to fill me in on. “Like what?” I asked.

“Like Matt.”

“Who’s he?”

“He’s actually just a friend. We went to school together,” she said.

“That was not your just a friend voice.”

“We had a little snog last weekend,” she whispered.

“Sounds like one of your parents is around, don’t say anymore. Besides, I want to see your face when you tell me everything.”

I rang Ben again and let it ring ten times before I slammed the receiver down.

According to mum, Jon was at work when he rang, so I held off on ringing him back until I thought he’d be home.

“McGarr! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You rang me,” I said.

“No, you just rang me.”

“I mean earlier.”

“I did?”

“Yes. My mum said you rang earlier,” I said, feeling slightly confused.

“Are you sure it was me?” The tone of his voice gave him away.

“Stop it,” I said, laughing.

“Admit it McGarr, for a minute there you were doubting yourself.”

“Was not,” I stated.

“I wanted to let you know that a few cars showed up this week that might be suitable for you.”

“I only need one,” I said.

“Yes, I know that but you should have a choice.”

“I don’t need a choice, I just need a car,” I said, sounding and feeling, impatient.

“You really are utterly impossible sometimes.”

“Just pick whichever one you think is the best car for the money and…”

He interrupted me, “It’s not all about price…”

I got him back by asking, “What colour are they?”

“I’m not even going to answer that. There’s one in particular I think might be good for you. It has ample space for your suitcase.”

In my haughty voice I asked, “Are you really suggesting the only reason I need a car is to transport a suitcase?”

“When you drive to the airport will you have a suitcase?”

My, “uh-huh,” was as good as admitting defeat.

“Then yes, I’m taking that into consideration.”

“I just need a car,” I groaned.

“I think you should come over this weekend and take a look at them.”

Prompted by the memory of carrying my suitcase up two flights of stairs, I asked, “When?”

“Whenever you’re free. I’ll come and pick you up,” he offered.

“You always make it sound as if you live ten minutes away.”

“I do. Plus about another eighty minutes on top of that.”

That made me laugh. “Listen, I’ll be at Pamsy’s tomorrow night but maybe I can go straight from hers to yours on Saturday?”

“Works for me. Ring me on Saturday morning and we’ll sort something out.”

“Don’t you have any plans?” I asked.

“Yes. I do.”

“What?” I asked.

“I plan on getting you sorted out with a car.”

That might be a plan.




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