Sally’s Story for Wednesday Stories 4/26/17
Well at last I have a chance to email you and let you know how things are. Basically it could be better.
Yesterday we explored the town a bit. We got lost, now I have sore feet and an aching back as we retraced our steps. I mean there were the street signs and we still couldn’t get it right.
No maps for Jeffrey, oh no. He acted like a naughty chimp at a tea party, harrumphing and acting up when his GPS on his phone died. He hadn’t charged the blooming thing the night before so the battery failed.
Eventually we found some shops …… I know I should have been happy but just look at what he pointed out to me. I snapped this on my phone when he wasn’t looking.
He knows I detest the colour red. Even if he packaged the tea set up in a box, wrapped a pretty ribbon and bow round it, I still wouldn’t be pleased. The pottery itself is quite nice. I like the shape of the tea cups but, come on, I mean, red with white polka dots, that fashion went out with the Ark, no wait a minute, probably went out as the last dinosaur roamed the earth before its extinction.
Now I’m sitting alone in this tiny apartment, drinking coffee (I can’t find a decent packet of tea leaves anywhere) and eating crisps, or as my new friends here call them chips.
We both know chips come with a piece of battered cod or plaice, but here they are called something different. So much for speaking the same language.
Jeffery is at a meeting to finalise his start date. The apartment (or flat as we’d probably say) is small, adequate enough for now but ……. I’m going to let you in on a BIG SECRET, ssshh, don’t tell anybody yet, especially not my parents, in a few months’ time we are going to need somewhere bigger with another bedroom to transform in to a nursery.
There, I’ve said it. My secret is out. I’ve hugged this to myself for a few days now and all I have to do is find the right time to tell Jeffrey. I’m not sure whether he’ll be over the moon or ……….
It’s not in the five year plan he made of moving to the USA where the opportunities are better and bigger.
Whatever, I’m sure we’ll cope.
It’s quite frightening, Colleen, I’m going to be a mum. Now, do stop laughing. I can be responsible if I want to. I’ll just have to not party so hard. I’ll still work, of course I will. We can get a nanny or an au pair or something. It won’t disrupt our lives much. I’m sure of it.
Oh, Jeffrey’s back. I’ll sign off now and hope to speak to you soon. We’ll have to work out the time difference and Skype each other at the weekend.
I miss you.
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