February 27th, 1991
At home, England
It’s my 24th birthday and I’m in bed. Alone! Sober!
“Oh, hello, pleased to meet you, I’d like to introduce myself but I have no idea who I am!”
The day began with William on the phone.
“What time is it in Antigua?” I asked, through a huge yawn.
“Early but I didn’t want to miss your birthday.”
“That was nice,” I said, meaning it.
“You sound wiped.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain that my ex-ex-boyfriend had left merely a few hours before and that I’d been so gutted by the news of his “amazing new girlfriend,” I hadn’t been able to sleep for hours.
“Are you still planning on coming back to the island?”
“Yes! And Millie wants to come as well.” No response. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” he said.
“I take it Millie isn’t your cup of tea?”
“I just figured you’d come alone.”
“She’s quite forceful,” I laughed. “I don’t think she’ll let me go without her but she’s coming to my party later, so depending on her mood, I may or may not broach the subject!”
“I gotta get ready for work,” he said, as though he was ringing from down the street and not four thousand miles away.
“Oh, ehm, ok, I’ll talk to you soon?”
“Sure,” he said, before hanging up.
Over birthday lunch with mum (followed by carrot cake, yum!) I told her about William’s reaction.
“I cannae blame him,” she said.
“Do you think I should just tell Millie I’m going by myself?”
“Not if you value your life,” she chuckled.
It was interesting observing the dynamics of my friends, most of whom met for the first time tonight. Florence and Millie clashed and Sarah, Lulu and JoJo got on like a house on fire. Unfortunately, Pamsy couldn’t make it and Frankie was on a trip, which was a shame as I’d like to have seen how the pair of them fit into the mix.
I was hoping for some sort of birthday message from Ben, but nothing, not even a crappy card.