How the hell had Monday come around again so fast? The twins decided that they wanted to start the Joe Wicks workouts again so I reluctantly agreed to join them.
"Stop sitting, Mum!" Marcus said. "That's cheating."
I heard a loud 'Hmph!" from the hallway. John must have been passing the lounge door at that exact moment. I knew what the sound meant - Your mother cheating? What's new?
"Well these exercises are actually harder than they look," I said, loud enough for John to hear. "Maths next so we need to work off a bit of aggression in advance, if you know what I mean."
I'm not sure it worked out like that for me. "Who the hell keeps wearing all these clothes? We haven't bloody been anywhere," I grumbled, fraught after a morning of homeschooling, where I'd spent over two hours, fighting the urge to scream out, 'Why don't you fucking get it? Are you totally stupid?' the whole time.
Sifting through a selection of crop tops and skinny jeans (that I couldn't hope to even get half my foot into) in the laundry basket, it soon became clear who the culprit was.
"I'm still seeing people though. There's all the group video chats and I'm facetiming Callum. We don't all want to spend our days looking like you, you know!"
Ouch!
Cleo had a point. One glance in the mirror told me that. "I'm gonna be unavailable for an hour," I said, throwing a few bags of crisps at the twins as I headed to the bathroom. The first thing to tackle was my hair. I looked at the couple of packets of dye that I had at my disposal. It wasn't going to be a perfect result but if I could just tone this mess down a bit. I dug out an exfoliator, a razor and a sachet of cucumber and mint face pack that had been loitering in the bathroom cabinet since before Christmas. The headphones went in and Beyoncé was turned up loud. Time for some me time.
I definitely emerged from the bathroom feeling better. I found everyone sitting around the kitchen table eating tomato soup when I got back downstairs. "Thanks for sorting lunch," I told John.
"It's ok. It's only soup."
"Can I have a word?" I said, indicating towards the lounge with my thumb.
As he got up and followed me, I heard one of the cheeky little sods singing, "Duh duh duhn."
"I don't want to argue, Daisy," John said wearily, as he sat on the sofa. "I said all I had to say yesterday."
"Me neither," I said, sitting next to him. "And I'm sorry. You were right. I was out of order."
He looked at me suspiciously.
"I mean it. I shouldn't have gone behind your back and done something that I knew you'd been unhappy with and I was being selfish."
"I'm not gonna argue with that," he said.
"I hate this, John. I hate it when we're ….. like this."
"Well …. " he began, clearly deciding that he wasn't going to let this go too easily.
"And now I've gone and caused another problem with that stupid video. I understand if you're still angry but I hate it, John. When will you forgive me so that we can go back to normal?" I heard my voice waver towards the end of the question, which surprised me as much as it surprised John, who has never been great at dealing with my emotions.
"It's …. oh …. course I forgive you. I'm sure it'll be ok. No harm done with Cleo and I'm sure that the video business will die down soon. People have got more to worry about at the moment."
"Thanks. I hope so."
"What's different about you? Have you done something with your hair?"
Only John could even ask me that when it had gone from stupidly-neon-orange to shitty-dull-brown!
"Yeah. I have."
"Look Daisy ….. we've both been a bit mental recently. I haven't been that easy to live with either. Life's very stressful right now for us all. Perhaps we both need to be more …. considerate."
"Do you really think that the video business will die down, John?"
"Not a chance in hell," he said. "I've already had messages from six different people today. Buckle up, cos this is gonna run for weeks, Dais."
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