John was by my side in bed when I awoke. I didn't remember giving my consent. With no wine or biscuits to amuse me, I'd sloped off to bed at the same time as the twins and slept like a baby. There were no messages on my phone from Olivia, but plenty from Rosie, suggesting that we Zoom tomorrow. Ffs!
"Perhaps you should just get over it now Daisy, and stop giving John such a hard time," Sarah told me in our Zoom session.
"You're too soft, Sarah," I said. "He's made a holy show of us yet again!"
"Sarah's right," said Vyshali.
"I'd swap him for Dave and his hemorrhoids and acid reflux any time," said Karen.
"What are you lot? His bloody fan club? You always stick up for him. Should I get you a couple of pom-poms? You're supposed to be Team Daisy. Where's your loyalty, girls?"
"It doesn't sound like he freezes you out when you mess up. He says his piece and then you move on. He doesn't make you suffer for days does he, Daisy? You're lucky that he's there helping with the kids. Mine haven't seen their father since March," said Vyshali.
"I suppose," I conceded.
"And you've been no angel recently, Daisy. You're not always Mrs Honesty yourself, are you? There was that business with Cleo and Callum. Then you nearly lost your job and didn't tell him. You even had him dressing up like a twat and singing along on that stupid video."
Why does Karen always have to remember every fucking little thing? "Yes, alright Karen!" I snapped.
"He's a good man though, Daisy. Believe me, you need to be grateful for that," said Sarah.
"How are things going with Dick-face?" Karen asked very loudly. "Can he hear me?"
"No. He's in the spare room, playing GTA with his headphones on."
"Shame!"
"What a loser!" Vyshali said.
"How are you managing with all the practical stuff like using the kitchen and the bathroom?" I asked.
"Well, I've padlocked my cabinets and allocated him his own shelf. Also, I've had to draw up a rota for the bathroom. We had a massive row yesterday though, because he's leaving the seat up to annoy me and he's DEFINITELY been using my toothpaste."
"Bastard!" Karen said, before we lost connection.
They were probably right. I used John's very own tactics for resolution on him. There was no point in discussing it any further, as I was already drained and dizzy from the circles we'd gone around in. I interrupted a rant that he was having about someone having turned the heating on with, "Cup of tea?" It worked.
When dinner time approached, I suggested that we ordered a takeaway as a Saturday night treat. I feared that the twins were gonna gnaw my arms off at the elbows, such was their frenzied reaction. They were like a pair of yappy little terriers, starved for too long of spicy food that had been prepared off-site. "My treat. I'll pay," I told John and his raised eyebrows.
It was worth it. Cleo emerged from her bedroom and we sat around the table eating Chinese food, then watched a silly, instantly-forgettable comedy movie. At exactly 9.37pm I heard Cleo laugh. Success! £40 well-spent!
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