Shopaholic and Sister
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It’s all due to a brilliant combination of factors. It turns out the head of news at Radio Cumbria is Guy Wroxley, who I used to know in London when I was a financial journalist. He gave me the phone numbers of everyone locally who might be interested, and ran a huge feature piece yesterday afternoon on Cumbria Watch. But the best thing is our fabulous human interest story! The first thing I did when I took control was call a meeting of the environmental group. Everyone had to tell me every little thing they knew about the site, even if it didn’t seem important. And it turns out that twenty years ago, Jim proposed to Elizabeth in the very field which is going to be wrecked by the shopping center!
So we set up a photo shoot in the field, with Jim kneeling down just like he did then (except, apparently, he didn’t kneel — but I told him not to mention that), looking all mournful. The Scully and Coggenthwaite Herald printed it on their front page yesterday morning under the headline MASSACRE OF OUR LOVING MEMORIES, and the protest hotline (Robin’s mobile) has been ringing with support ever since!
“How long have we got?” asks Suze, sitting back on her heels.
“Three hours. Here you are.” I hand her a cup of coffee.
“Oh, right.” Suze gives a slight grimace. “Is this your thrifty coffee?”
“Yes!” I eye her defensively. “What’s wrong? It’s delicious!”
There’s a ring at the doorbell and I hear Jess striding down the passage to answer it.
“Maybe that’s another bunch of flowers,” says Suze with a giggle. “From your admirer.”
I have been bombarded with bouquets ever since the accident. About half of them are from Nathan Temple, saying things like In hugest gratitude and In appreciation of your supportive gesture.
Well. So he should be grateful. There was Luke, all set to fly home, and it was me who said he should stay in Cyprus and finish the job and I’d be fine staying with Jess for a few days. So he did, and he’s on his way home today. The plane should be landing any minute.
I just know things are going to work out well between me and Luke. We’ve had the ups and downs… we’ve had the tempests… but from now on it’s going to be smooth, easy waters. For a start, I’m a different person now. I’ve become a grown-up, prudent woman. And I’m going to have a grown-up relationship with Luke. I’m going to discuss everything with him. I’m going to tell him everything. No more stupid situations where we end up at loggerheads. We’re a team!
“You know, I honestly think Luke won’t know me,” I say, taking a pensive sip of coffee.
“Oh, I think he will,” says Suze, studying me. “You don’t look that bad. I mean, the stitches are pretty awful, but that huge bruise is looking a bit better… ”
“I don’t mean in appearance!” I say. “I mean in personality. I’ve totally changed.”
“Have you?” says Suze, looking puzzled.
She’s my best friend. Hasn’t she noticed anything?
“Yes! Look at me! Making thrifty coffee and organizing a protest march and eating soup and… everything!”
I haven’t even told Luke about organizing the protest. He’ll be so gobsmacked when he sees his wife has become an activist. He’ll be so impressed!
“Becky?” Jess’s voice interrupts us and we both look up to see her standing at the door, an odd expression on her face. “I’ve got something for you. Some walkers have just come back from Scully Pike, and… they found this.” From behind her back she produces a handpainted calfskin bag adorned with diamanté.
My Angel bag.
I thought I’d never ever see it again.
“Oh my God,” I hear Suze breathe.
I’m speechless. It’s a bit battered and there’s a tiny scratch near the handle — but apart from that it looks just the way it did. The angel is the same. The sparkling Dante is the same.
“It seems fine,” Jess is saying, turning it over in her hands. “It must have gotten a bit wet and thrown about, but apart from that, no harm done. Here you are.” She holds it out.
But I don’t move. I can’t take it from her.
“Becky?” Jess looks perplexed. “Here!” She thrusts it toward me and I flinch.
“I don’t want it.” I look away. “This bag nearly ruined my marriage. From the moment I bought it, everything started going wrong. I think it’s cursed.”
“Cursed?” says Jess, exchanging looks with Suze.
“Bex, it’s not cursed,” Suze says patiently. “It’s a totally fab bag! Everyone wants an Angel bag!”
So we set up a photo shoot in the field, with Jim kneeling down just like he did then (except, apparently, he didn’t kneel — but I told him not to mention that), looking all mournful. The Scully and Coggenthwaite Herald printed it on their front page yesterday morning under the headline MASSACRE OF OUR LOVING MEMORIES, and the protest hotline (Robin’s mobile) has been ringing with support ever since!
“How long have we got?” asks Suze, sitting back on her heels.
“Three hours. Here you are.” I hand her a cup of coffee.
“Oh, right.” Suze gives a slight grimace. “Is this your thrifty coffee?”
“Yes!” I eye her defensively. “What’s wrong? It’s delicious!”
There’s a ring at the doorbell and I hear Jess striding down the passage to answer it.
“Maybe that’s another bunch of flowers,” says Suze with a giggle. “From your admirer.”
I have been bombarded with bouquets ever since the accident. About half of them are from Nathan Temple, saying things like In hugest gratitude and In appreciation of your supportive gesture.
Well. So he should be grateful. There was Luke, all set to fly home, and it was me who said he should stay in Cyprus and finish the job and I’d be fine staying with Jess for a few days. So he did, and he’s on his way home today. The plane should be landing any minute.
I just know things are going to work out well between me and Luke. We’ve had the ups and downs… we’ve had the tempests… but from now on it’s going to be smooth, easy waters. For a start, I’m a different person now. I’ve become a grown-up, prudent woman. And I’m going to have a grown-up relationship with Luke. I’m going to discuss everything with him. I’m going to tell him everything. No more stupid situations where we end up at loggerheads. We’re a team!
“You know, I honestly think Luke won’t know me,” I say, taking a pensive sip of coffee.
“Oh, I think he will,” says Suze, studying me. “You don’t look that bad. I mean, the stitches are pretty awful, but that huge bruise is looking a bit better… ”
“I don’t mean in appearance!” I say. “I mean in personality. I’ve totally changed.”
“Have you?” says Suze, looking puzzled.
She’s my best friend. Hasn’t she noticed anything?
“Yes! Look at me! Making thrifty coffee and organizing a protest march and eating soup and… everything!”
I haven’t even told Luke about organizing the protest. He’ll be so gobsmacked when he sees his wife has become an activist. He’ll be so impressed!
“Becky?” Jess’s voice interrupts us and we both look up to see her standing at the door, an odd expression on her face. “I’ve got something for you. Some walkers have just come back from Scully Pike, and… they found this.” From behind her back she produces a handpainted calfskin bag adorned with diamanté.
My Angel bag.
I thought I’d never ever see it again.
“Oh my God,” I hear Suze breathe.
I’m speechless. It’s a bit battered and there’s a tiny scratch near the handle — but apart from that it looks just the way it did. The angel is the same. The sparkling Dante is the same.
“It seems fine,” Jess is saying, turning it over in her hands. “It must have gotten a bit wet and thrown about, but apart from that, no harm done. Here you are.” She holds it out.
But I don’t move. I can’t take it from her.
“Becky?” Jess looks perplexed. “Here!” She thrusts it toward me and I flinch.
“I don’t want it.” I look away. “This bag nearly ruined my marriage. From the moment I bought it, everything started going wrong. I think it’s cursed.”
“Cursed?” says Jess, exchanging looks with Suze.
“Bex, it’s not cursed,” Suze says patiently. “It’s a totally fab bag! Everyone wants an Angel bag!”
