March 19th, 1990
Went clothes shopping with mum this morning then we did a little tour of more new houses and as much as I want my own place, I just can’t see myself living in a little box with paper thin walls.
It was a dull, dreary day so I plopped myself in the phone chair with a cup of tea and finally got a hold of Laney.
“How’s the house hunting going?”
“It’s depressing,” I sighed.
“That’s only because you don’t have oodles of dosh.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
“I remember feeling quite depressed when I was in the market for a house, then guess what happened?”
“I ended up buying exactly the type of house I swore I wouldn’t.”
“Ok, ok, I get your point.”
“Just think of it as a starting point, you can always buy up.”
“I don’t know if I want to live in the UK.”
“Where else would you live?” she asked.
“Oh no, not France. With Jean Jacques?”
“Oh God, no. Somewhere in the countryside.”
“Also known as the middle of nowhere.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“When was the last time you were in the French countryside?” she asked.
“Eh, about four years ago.”
“Oh ok, I didn’t know that.”
“And it was quite lovely,” I said in much more of a smug tone than I’d intended.
“Yes it’s all very lovely until you live there alone and need something and can’t speak the, oh wait, you can get by in French.”
I contained my laughter. “See? The French countryside might be just what I’m looking for.”
“I doubt it but if you feel like that you should at least go and take a look and get it out of your system.”
“Or fall in love with a house I can’t resist.”
“You won’t,” she stated. “You’ll buy something in the UK like the rest of us.”
“Gee, thanks friend.”
“I’m just giving you advice.”
“Ok, let’s change the subject.”
“Don’t be snippy.”
“I’m not being snippy I’m just ready to talk about something else.”
The conversation eventually turned to Ben and I made the mistake of telling Laney about my dalliance with Ben the other night.
“Lucky for you I can’t jump through the phone!” she screeched. “Next time I see you I’m going to throttle you!”
Based on her reaction, I guess I better not tell her I slept with him again tonight.