January 19th, 1990

January 19th, 1990
At home

All I could think about on the drive home was how happy I’d be when I finally got to crawl into bed for the remainder of this gloomy, January day.

Mum had other ideas and welcomed me home by waving a letter in my face.
“Not right now, mum.”
“But it came from Japan.”
“I can see that but I don’t need to read it right this second.”
“Right-o, I’ll make you a wee cup of tea then you can see what David has to say.”

My wee cup of tea (and toast) was interrupted when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey you.”
“Hey yourself,” I smiled.
“What are you doing?”
“Not much, I just got home from Lagos.”
“Isn’t that one of your least favourite trips?”
The words “not anymore,” flashed through my head.
“Anyway,” Ben said, not waiting for me to answer. “Do you fancy a Friday night out with your favourite ex?”
“It’s Friday?”
“All day long.”
“Ok but only because I don’t want to stay home on a Friday night.”

No sooner did I hang up when the phone rang again.
“I already said yes,” I laughed.
“Fantastic!”
“Jack, shit, sorry I thought you were…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he laughed.
“How are you?”
“Great, how was Lagos?”
“It was eh, interesting.”
“Interesting is good. Right?”
“In this instance, yes,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush.
“What are you up to this weekend?”
I yawned. “This and that.”
“Listen, I know you’ve made it clear that you don’t have any interest in us going out with each other but how do you feel about Sunday lunch?”
“I feel good whenever I eat Sunday lunch.”
He laughed. “You know what I mean.”
“Lunch sounds nice.”
“You really are full of surprises.”

Yes, I am!

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