10 March (part 2)
Another hospital visit. Another drama.
But before it kicks off the husband and brother-in-law of another woman on my mother’s ward arrive. Apparently the brother in law hasn’t stopped talking about me since he cast eyes on me on one of his visits. Both the husband and my mother fill me in as the pair of them descend on my mother’s bed. I don’t even remember speaking to him. Apparently I did.
He has no idea how old I am. Cool. Asks if I’ve passed my driving test. He offers me one of his cars. My mother wants me to take him up on his offer. Very kind but he’s not my type at all. Brash. Old. Common. I notice the husband clocks my diamond ring. I wonder if he’ll pass the (faux) bad tidings on? A pattern seems to be emerging.
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
This is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
