Stuck at Kew Junction at high noon,
Beaumont's Glance Across The Room setting the perfect spring mood.
The skies a happy blue,
The clouds shifting with the wind.
I felt like I was watching the world move along.
4 more sleeps!
It finally happened - my happy place has been written up in Epicure.
I'm glad I sent that email!
Tell me your favourite corner, street, avenue, square, restaurant, cafe, shop, bar, form of transport, colour, scent, taste, sight, song, noise, sound in New York City.
Oh, and where I can get a real coffee.
This morning I was thankful for the murky sky.
As filtered light seeped through angled windows
I hid under the sheets.
***
Him: You look upset about something.
E: Yes. Who's Y***?
Him: I don't know a Y*** (appears distracted and walks away to plug the mobile into charger)
E: Who is she?
Him: Nobody. Don't know what you're on about.
E: Stop lying. (wince)
Him: A friend.
E: How long have you been fucking her?
Him: I haven't slept with her, and you're being ridiculous.
E: So a random friend sends you messages saying that she misses you, and asks that you don't leave her, and that tonight she'll sleep with the teddy bear you bought her instead of you?
-He walks away, and lights a cigarette-
E: Do you want to tell me how long this has been happening?
Him: Nothing has been happening.
E: Do you like her? Does she like you?
Him: I have no time for anyone else.
E: If she's a friend why haven't you told me about her?
Him: Because I knew you'd over-react. Like now. If I am fucking her, do you think I'd leave incriminating messages in my phone for you to find?
E: For a year I was never tempted to look through your phone messages. Until now. Because you're different. You don't talk, you don't touch me, you don't even look at me anymore. If she doesn't matter, surely you wouldn't keep her messages? You often tell me that you save all the messages I've sent you since we met because they mean something to you. So stop pretending that you are the unwilling party in this, and that you have left her messages there because you can't be bothered deleting them.
Him: If I am sleeping with her I really wouldn't bother lying now. Tell me, how could I possibly be cheating on you? When I'm not at work, I spend my time with you, or on the phone to you. How will I be able to take her home and get away with it? Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you? Why are you all suspicious and strange these days? I don't understand you, or what you're thinking.
-She is silent. Focussing on the rotting apple, she just keeps shaking her head-
Him: What does that mean? Why the hell do you keep shaking your head?
E: It means it can't be fixed. And I can't explain why or how I know it, but you're different now. I've pushed you to your limits, and now it's all too late to mend. (she gets up, takes her bag, and walks to the door)
Him: Why can't we talk this over? Please?
E: Because you're lying, and I can't explain myself. Please unlock the door, I'd like to go home now.
***
It's true. I don't think it can be fixed.
Three weeks ago I had a dream we were looking for a bed.
We drove around - to Dare Gallery, Freedom, even Captain Snooze.
But we couldn't find one that would fit.