April 15th, 1989

April 15th, 1989

Torquay, Cornwall

Staying at the Sunleigh Hotel here in what is often referred to as the British Riviera and in true British fashion, it poured all day!

After the past few shitty days (days?) with Ben, I wasn’t sure if we’d still come away together but as he pointed out, we’d already planned on being away over the next few days and this is our last hurrah before he goes to work in Spain.

I felt relieved when I got to Ben’s this morning and he offered to drive but after a couple of hours he said he needed a break.

“Just a short one, right?” I asked.

“Half an hour?” he asked, pulling onto the hard shoulder.

“Ok but I only want to drive on the motorway.”

After we’d changed seats, he said, “I really don’t understand you sometimes.”

“I could say the same of you,” I said, adjusting the mirrors.

“About what?” he asked.

Pulling out into the lane, I said, “All sorts that I don’t want to get into at the moment.”

“I think this is a great time to get into it.”

“Don’t distract me, I’m trying to drive,” I said.

“Trying,” he muttered under his breath but I heard him loud and clear.

“See?” I said in a raised voice. “That was uncalled for.”

“What?” he asked.

“You know what,” I said, hitting the indicator.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I can’t drive when you say stuff like that,” I said, pulling onto the hard shoulder.

“I was just kidding.”

“Well, don’t,” I stated.

“Guess my break is over,” he said, unbuckling his seat belt.

I did the same and looked over at him. “I would really appreciate it if, from this point on, you don’t make mention of my driving.”

“Your driving is fine, I was just kidding but I won’t say another word. I’m sorry.”

We both got out of the car and when we passed each other, he squeezed my arm. Once I was back in the passenger seat, I said, “I just get nervous driving in new places.”

“Fair enough. I’ll drive the rest of the way.”

After we checked into this place (we are by far the youngest people here, by at least three decades) we went out for a walk and did our best to ignore the fact we were getting soaked. Popped into a little café type place where we ate the best Cornish pasties ever then went to the supermarket and bought all sorts of goodies to munch on in our room. By the time we got back to the hotel we were absolutely drenched and I knew the only way I’d warm up would be to take a shower. Ben had the same idea.

Ben just turned on the tv and it seems there’s been a disaster at the Hillsborough football stadium in Sheffield. Five minutes into the match between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest, a barrier gave way and as a consequence, fans began getting crushed. The images being shown are disturbing and horrific to say the least.

I wrote the above an hour ago and since then, Ben and I have been glued to the telly. The latest reports are that seventy-four people are dead, with hundreds injured.

This is unbelievable and so, so sad.

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