March 26th, 1990
“Och, I forgot to tell you,” were the first words out of mum’s mouth this morning. “Jon phoned while you were in Paris and apparently, you were supposed to phone and let him know if you were going to see him or not.”
“Shit, I completely forgot.”
“Sorry. Did he sound annoyed?”
“Does he ever?”
I laughed. “No, never. I really hope he meets a great girl who absolutely adores him.”
“Aye so do I, he deserves it.”
“Oh, so you’ve given up all hope of us being together?”
“Aye, well I heard a wee bit of your conversation with David last night.”
“Uff, I couldnae help it when I was going in and out of the kitchen and it’s no as if you were in your room and I was outside the door listening.”
“Which is probably what you’d do if I had a phone in my bedroom.”
Her smirk gave her away.
“Mum, you’re so nosey!”
“I cannae help it,” she said. “You’re my lassie.”
“I know,” I said in a huffy tone, “But I’d appreciate at least some level of privacy. Especially when I’m on the phone.”
“You,” she smiled. “You sound more American every time you talk to David.”
Lovely evening with Sarah and Lucy at The Swan, one of my favourite pubs. Sarah was talking a million miles a minute but Lucy was much more subdued. Of the three of us, Lucy is definitely the quiet one, so much so in fact that I sometimes feel I don’t know her as well as I should after almost ten years of being friends.
It’s interesting witnessing the various directions our lives are moving in but I love that no matter where we end up, we’ll always have the shared experience of our school years. Even if we do have three different versions of all that happened!