January 3rd, 1990

January 3rd, 1990

At home

I just got home from spending the entire day with Ben.

Once again, I was wide awake in the early hours and by nine am I was bored silly, so I rang Ben, in the hopes Mandy wouldn’t be there. I soon gathered she wasn’t when he asked if I fancied going to London for the day.

“I’d love to.”

“Come and pick me up?”

“Yeah, but only if you agree to drive. You know what my parking skills are like.”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I most certainly do.”

We made our way first to Covent Garden, which I always love. The weather was decent and being winter, there weren’t as many tourists to bump into. By the time we walked down to Leicester Square it was pouring, so we dashed into the closest building, which happened to be a cinema.

Saw “When Harry Met Sally,” during which Ben drooled over Meg Ryan and I did the same, but only because I loved her character Sally’s wardrobe. Carrie Fisher (she’ll always be Princess Leia!) was brilliant as Marie, Sally’s best friend. And no doubt the scene in the diner with the line; “I’ll have what she’s having,” will be remembered for a long time to come.

On our way home Ben said he wanted to stop in Ikea. When we were on the stairwell, I heard something drop on the floor and watched Ben scoop down at record speed to retrieve “it.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s eh, a ring.”

“Why do you have a ring?”

“Mandy gave me it.”

“Is it hers?”

“No.”

“Then whose is it?” I asked.

“It’s mine.”

“Let me see it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

I stopped and stared at him. “Why did Mandy give you a ring?”

“Why do you think?”

“Did you give her one?”

He nodded his head, yes.

I felt my stomach lurch. “Like an engagement ring?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, avoiding my gaze.

It was a really long drive home.

 

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