Honestly, this isn’t how I expected to spend New Year’s Eve. Mum had to cover for another nurse at short notice – again – and felt bad for leaving me on my own. So she asked Aunty Callie and Callie said, ‘yes if she’ll come to the bowling alley.’ Bowling sounded boring, but Callie’s cool. Her friends are, too. And one of them brought his teenage brother along, Colin. I quite like Colin. We make a good bowling team even though we keep messing around.
I hope Colin’ll kiss me at midnight.
Somehow, I’ve ended up in the right place by accident.
I’m working on my next mslexia guest post, and I’ve been looking at my stats a lot. The thought struck me that you might want to know what your most popular stories of the year were. So here you are, the ten favourite stories of you lot based on page views, comments and likes:
I must have been four. My uncle must have been in love with Debbie Harry. I don’t remember but we must have listened to all of Parallel Lines in his Beetle. On the way to or from our hotel, Heart of Glass always seemed to be playing when we traversed the level crossing; little me had convinced herself that going over the crossing while listening to the song meant we’d get hit by a train. I wailed every time we went over the tracks. I drove everyone bonkers.
Isn’t it funny that it’s one of my all-time favourite songs now?
Another night, another A&E waiting room – better than coming in with injuries so severe she has to be seen right away. Gives her time to think, though. Too much time to consider how she can’t stop herself from getting into situations that’ll lead her here. Tonight, she protected an old man from a pickpocket (not much of an opponent), then a young girl from unwanted attention. Those scumbags gave almost as good as they got.
Some of the group simply don’t want to talk about it, they’re sitting away from the rest and try to drink their memory clean. The rest analyses what we’ve seen. And naturally, the doubts come creeping back in. What we’ve seen these last few weeks before tonight, was that the real deal? Or is that the nightmare performance we’ve witnessed? Yes, of course, say the pessimists. No, it was just a fluke, say the optimists.
You never know, do you?
They could have gone to the top. Instead, they got a spanking left us disappointed.
It’s the one day when it is worth getting up early to go to Oxford Street. Because Central London will be deserted. You’ll stand in the middle of the Oxford and Regent Street crossing and if you’ve not been good, you may have to step aside for the odd taxi.
It isn’t, however, as empty as it used to be. Has it become a thing to post a selfie of oneself on London’s most congested road totally empty? Maybe it’s a fad, maybe you won’t have to get up before sunrise in the future anymore.
The Christmas wish list keeps growing. You are still waiting for an item you might be able to afford to make an appearance.
In the meantime, you check the charity shops several times a day. You find a few acceptable branded clothes in excellent nick; they cost more than you should spend, but it is Christmas. Some of them are even on the list. But you don’t have high hopes for Star Wars toys or the electronics which make up the bulk of the list.
It’ll be the usual for Christmas Day – chicken with a side order of massive disappointment.
I know I’ve no right to make demands. I acted like a right selfish cow. I thought, though, I wanted to be free again.
But I’ve been sat here for hours, writing my wish list. All I’ve to show for myself is a page filled with your name.
You know how they say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? Yeah, that. Should have seen it coming, right? Should have known that my heart didn’t like the decision to leave you. My head has conceded defeat. They both want you back. I want you back.