My latest humiliation was to be forced to wear ridiculous make-up.
They plastered my pale face with chalk white foundation. Then, to my lips, they applied movie star red lipstick outlined with electric blue eyeliner.
I looked a complete fright.
My latest humiliation was to be forced to wear ridiculous make-up.
They plastered my pale face with chalk white foundation. Then, to my lips, they applied movie star red lipstick outlined with electric blue eyeliner.
I looked a complete fright.
Travelling around south America in a decrepit school bus was not my idea of a holiday. In fact I had no memory of how this had happened or how I got here. Everywhere we went puppies and kittens sat in the middle of the road and I had to keep getting off the bus to flag down traffic to avoid incidents.
Then off we went to Canada. The journey was – again – a mystery but now here I was staying in a squat with my friend JB. On the second day, we were setting off on a trip organised by her. I quickly ran back into the house to use the loo. When I returned, there was no sign of my friend. When I rang her she said, “Oh, we’re on the tram to Falconwood”. Angered, I walked back to the house but couldn’t find it. So I went to a café and bought a salad to take to the park. When I opened the salad it was mouldy but when I went to return it I couldn’t find the café. And now I’d forgotten where we were staying.
The only good thing about this holiday, I thought, was that we’d not gone to the United States.
I was pleased to be establishing myself as a core member of the gym.
This was evident, for example, in invitations to the houses of long-term members. I enjoyed sitting on R&R’s thick dark brown carpet telling them that the teenage Rousse shared their taste in soft furnishings.
I also scored highly with fitness trainer MM when I introduced him to TPR. MM was impressed to see that my husband was mixed race. He was also astonished to find that the pair of them shared mutual friend Tim Hope (who happened to have a daughter who looked just like me). I was, however, a bit disappointed that TPR looked so skinny when he stood next to MM.
At my next pilates class, I spotted sisters M and D handing money over to M. They were signing up for M’s next fitness retreat day at the end of the month. If only I could attend too, then I’d have an even greater opportunity to integrate further with my fellow gym members.
You couldn’t miss ECM these days, now that she weighed 15 stone!
Our former neighbour J came to the right place when she needed some pans. I unlocked our shed and offered her our selection of redundant Le Creuset items. I warned her that I wasn’t giving them away; she would have to pay for anything that she took.
I was interested to learn that she needed kitchenware to set up a home on her own. Her married lover could no longer afford to keep as her as his mistress while continuing to support his wife and children as a supposed respectable married man.
I was standing in the middle of a packed sports hall in a Mediterranean country when a group of armed men, dressed in black, pounced on me and arrested me for “sedition against Donald Trump”.
Later my travel companions came to visit me in my cell. We all agreed we needed to Google ‘sedition’. Then S said “Belle, you are due back at work on Monday – won’t your bosses be angry?” and I belly-laughed, “Are you kidding, they’ll think it’s effing cool”.
I was trying hard to become accustomed to my new life as “The Stath’s” current squeeze. When we arrived at the hotel, I was no longer expected to walk to the reception desk to check in. Instead, Jason drove me through the hotel lobby in his vintage silver sports car.
The receptionist leant in through the window: “We understand that you were so tired when you checked in two hours ago that you slept through your telephone ringing.” I was confused by her elaborate nods and winks until it dawned on me. I was an international jewel thief and the hotel was giving me an alibi.
The rumours that my sister lived in complete chaos were false. She had disposed of all the hoarded belongings from one room in her flat and was now busy painting it white. Her bedroom was also very neat and tidy. The beautiful green carpet was clear of debris, with all my sister’s clothes neatly tidied away in a handsome chest of drawers.
Only the kitchen and sitting room needed serious attention.
I wondered whether the complaints about the state of her flat were simply a ruse to generate pity?
For a restaurant that had aspirations for 4* status, the ladies lavatories needed much attention. My suggestions for improvement included:
*I almost jumped out of my skin when, at the end of my visit, he announced his presence by tapping the back of my leg with the end of a screwdriver.