April 9th, 1989

April 9th, 1989

At home

Didn’t expect to be at home tonight but something is clearly bugging Ben so I thought it would be best if I stayed home. Of course I really want to go over and ask him what’s going on but I know if I do he’ll probably say “nothing” and then I’ll think it’s something I did and to be honest, I just don’t have the energy for all of that palava.

Didn’t get much sleep last night and consequently Ben and I slept late. We lounged around watching tv for ages and I don’t remember what tv ad I made a comment about but whatever I said knocked Ben into a mad frenzy. “You know something,” he said, untangling his legs from mine on the couch, “sometimes you’re too opinionated for your own good.”
I got up, went to his room, packed my stuff quickly and left. He didn’t follow me out or ask where I was going or anything like that. Of course I forgot my car keys and had to go back and get them. I rang the doorbell twice before he opened the door.

“You don’t have to leave,” he said.

“I do,” is all I managed to say.

He handed me the keys and closed the door.

When I got home mum and dad were in the garden, which allowed me some time to pull myself together before I went out to join them. They had lots of questions about Athens and it felt nice to be home, filling them in on the trip.

“Oh, by the way,” mum said, “Jon phoned you a few times this weekend. You should give him a wee phone back.”

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know. You should phone him and see.”

“I will,” I said, knowing full well I wouldn’t.

Tonight, when the phone rang, I dashed into the hallway to answer it. My heart was doing little leaps in the hopes it would be Ben.


“Where on earth have you been hiding?” Pamsy asked. “You’ve been off the radar for ages.”

“Je connais.”

“So?” she asked.

“So what?”

“What’s going on?”

“Not too much.”

“Is Ben there?”

“No.” I moved the phone as far as the cord would reach. “My mum and dad are in the living room and I don’t want them to hear me.”

“Tell me about it. It’s impossible trying to talk with them about, plus I’ve got my little brother and sister into the bargain.”

“That’s one thing I don’t have to contend with.”

“What’s the matter mate? You don’t sound like your chirpy self. Did something happen?”

“Ben and I had a row this morning.”

“Let me guess. You probably don’t know what it was over.”

“I have no idea. He just lost the plot with me, so I left.”

“Did he ring you?”

“No, I thought this might be him.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Are you kidding? I’m so happy you rang.”

“Good. When’s your next trip?” she asked.

“Not for ages actually, I’m on leave.”

“Ooohh, come and stay next week on my days’ off.”

“I’d love to but I’m supposed to be going away with Ben for a few days, although who knows if that will happen.”

“Well, if it doesn’t, come here. We’ll go to the beach and watch the hunky windsurfers then we’ll come back and sit in the garden and I’ll ply you with tea and biscuits.”

“Ah, you know me so well.”


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