"Honestly, he's expecting me to live like ……. some ……. some sort of pauper or something," I complained to my go-to girl, Karen. "Don't you think he's being unreasonable, Kaz? Controlling even?"
"Well let's get things in perspective, Daisy. I've known John for years and no one could ever describe him as controlling. Unreasonable, yes - particularly as you were probably paid yesterday."
"No. That's the thing. I've got a few more days to survive yet. We don't get paid till the last day of the month."
"Daisy, it's the first of May today."
"Don't be so bloody stupid, Karen. Of course it's not. You're drinking way too much."
"One of the reasons being ….. I got paid yesterday."
"No way is it …….. it's May?"
"Yep."
"Shit! I can't believe it's bloody May! Gotta go. Maybe speak tomorrow?"
"Where are you going? We've only been talking for five minutes. I haven't told you about Dave's fungal infection."
"I'm off to buy coffee, wine and Turkish Delight."
"Turkish Delight?"
"Yep. It's the only type of chocolate that no one else in this house likes. Sorry, I'm gonna have to use my imagination about Dave's fungal infection, Kaz."
"John, It's May."
"And?"
"We've been paid. What a minute. Did you know? You knew, didn't you?"
"Knew what? The date? What sort of idiot doesn't even know the date?"
"So why did I have tinned bloody pie for my dinner when my pay was in? Who's being ….. what was it you called me …… deceitful now then?"
"I was not being deceitful. I simply suggested that we try to go a few days without using our debit cards cos we've been overspending lately. We haven't starved, have we?"
"I feel like I've been starved of caffeine at the vey least."
"So dramatic! Anyway, I believe it was devious not deceitful that I described you as."
"Give me the Goddamn car keys. I'm going to Tesco."
"Like that?"
I looked down at my marmalade-encrusted pyjama bottoms. "Well ….. I'll be back. Then I'm going out to get some nice stuff!"
I tried to get round Cleo by taking requests before venturing out, but she was still grumpy with me for having embarrassed her in front of Callum the day before and what she obviously interpreted as my continual attempts at ruining her life.
It's amazing what the simple things can do to lift your spirits: a little bit of prawn tagliatelle, a slice of apple pie and a glass of Pinot. I even took Olivia's email pestering me about venues for the poxy launch in my stride, deciding to put it on the back burner until Monday. "And before you ask about how much I spent ..." I told John as he was temporarily silenced by the big hunk of garlic bread that he was shoving into his mouth, ".... it's Friday night. This isn't just food, it's entertainment. We haven't been to a restaurant in months so think of all the money we're saving on socialising."
"You're not exactly Kim and Kanye are you?" Cleo said.
"Smartarse! Maybe not, but all those little visits to Pizza Express and to cafes for coffees and ice creams add up, you know. What your father needs to understand is that we need little treats if we're gonna manage to not go completely off our trolleys."
John didn't argue. He just rolled his eyes then pulled a funny face that made the twins laugh. He definitely wasn't complaining. I caught him eyeing my apple pie with a longing that made me confident that he was on board for now. Still, it was annoying that he'd learned how to do internet banking. That could potentially cramp my style when Zara and Mac opened back up.
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