They say bad things always happen in threes and I can agree. So, after my stiff neck I developed a nasty cold. That I can handle. It means I don’t get much work done but it is okay. Then I went for a nap, in order to get over the cold.
My window was open a crack as the weather has become all spring like here in Wales. And the first thing that happens… I get bitten three times on my face. Yes, my FACE! I can’t believe it.
I’m also mildly allergic to insect bites so they itch like mad and get quite large. I’m resisting at the moment but damn… Can my luck get any worse?
There is a little bit of good news. I have managed to edit the first five chapters of ‘Nomura’. It’s looking good. Want to see a bit?
Okay, so this part of the story is Mel remembering Rob, her lover and friend…
The kettle whistles and I reach for my cup and stop. Instead I pull down Rob’s with its stylised picture of Elvis. I use his, putting my decaf coffee in and one spoon of sugar. I don’t usually like sweet things but right now I crave them.
Mixing in a dollop of whitener I watch the black liquid turn a grey brown. I can almost feel Rob looking over my shoulder.
“How do you do that?” he used to ask.
“Turn perfectly good coffee grey?”
“It’s a skill…” I’d say.
He’d just grumble and take the mug.
“I like the taste…” I’d argue but he would simply turn away.
“I’ll make the next one.”
Of course I will have to get used to my own coffee again. Somehow Rob had managed to get a wonderful mellow flavour. I’d miss that… I’d miss him.
My tear drops into my coffee and I watch it make rings in the surface. I wonder if it will improve the taste. I don’t suppose it will, but nor is it going to make it taste any worse. Rob had once stood behind me and watched me make a cup of coffee, directing all the time.
“Boil the kettle,” he’d said.
“Yes, sir.” But I had done as instructed.
“Put a spoonful of coffee in each cup…”
“Add the water…”
This I did with no spillage.
“Now add the whitener…”
We both watched as the coffee turned grey.
Rob had tipped it away and he had made the coffee but hadn’t stirred it. At the last moment he handed me the spoon. I took it and stirred.
We both watched the coffee turn grey. He had looked at me with horror in his eyes. “You are a witch.”
I’d grinned and he had laughed. Soon we both were as he had poured the second cups away and started fresh. I moved to help but he had taken hold of me, led me to the dining area, and sat me down.
“You are banned from making the coffee.”
Hope you enjoyed that snip it… I love writing it.