28 June (part 2)
My ‘phone bleeps.
‘Oi u ! Was it something I said ?!’
I have mixed feelings. A slight smugness that he has, as predicted, given it yet another bash. Slightly affronted that he doesn’t regard me as one deserving of an actual call. And, finally, amused at his arrogance that it’s something he has done rather than him inherently that has made me not interested. Men. Or rather, one Old Man.
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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.
