Thursday.
He tucked a wodge of unreconstructed blonde hair behind his ear and rocked back on the heels of his cowboy boots: Robert Plant meets Aiden from Sex & The City. Her first husband had worn cowboy boots and she still didn't like them. He smiled a broad, thin-lipped smile.
"That depends," she said, "on your cocaine consumption."
"Cocaine consumption?"
"And whether you think three pints in an hour and a half is: a lot, a little, who's counting?"
He flattened his hands on the counter that separated him from her and drumbed his fingers. She wondered what his favourite film was. She wondered what it would be like to walk along the sand with him, pinked-palm trees aching out across the beach, the golden splash of dipping sun lapping at their toes; cold-beers, crispy-fish spiked with lime and chili, sticky nights under a mosquito net, love and lust drowning out the braking waves and barking dogs......
He arched a brow.
"Well," he said, "maybe the odd line."
He had trouble written right through him like a stick of rock.
This week I knitted myself a hot water bottle cover. This is my life.
Top tip: fine cotton, polka dot M & S pyjamas £15 ........ oh sweet dreams....
