to meet
someone?”
“Not right now, I’m not ready but maybe one
day. I’ve only just past sixty I might still have a fair few years’ left in me
and I would like someone to hold my hand again. Nothing more nothing less.
To have a man hold my hand again, yes that would be lovely.” Can it be that
simple I think, just to have a person hold your hand? I think about how sweet
it was today having Ryan hold my hand in the gardens of Shakespeare’s
birthplace and yes I probably would be happy with that for the rest of my life.
She tells me more about her husband, their
holidays together and her life before the purchase of the Bed and Breakfast.
Angela had loved being a hairdresser before retiring to run this place. She
tells me stories of the gossip that had been told to over the years as she had
stood cutting hair. It is amazing how some people can feel able to speak of
their darkest deepest secrets to the complete stranger doing their hair. We
both laugh at a story involving a woman whose husband’s pubic hair had caught
on fire when he went in for a vasectomy. Apparently they hadn’t shaved him
properly and the sutures had made him catch light ending in some serious
burns. If he wasn’t sore before he definitely would be after that. Angela
said the woman had no compassion towards her husband at all and she herself had
been practically crying with laughter when she told Angela. I suppose for some
having that time with a stranger who is completely outside your world can be
the only therapy they have available to them. In turn I tell her about how
disappointed I am with my life.
“I just wish I knew what I wanted.” I say
sadly to Angela.
“What did you want to be when you were little,
job wise?”
“Honestly I have never known. My peers growing
up all said they wanted to be actors, nurses, doctors, vets all the usual
things but whenever I was asked I always just replied with a shrug. I had
always loved to read so choosing English at University was just me choosing
something I thought I would enjoy. And I did. I loved it.” Ryan’s comment of
that I seem like a together type of person comes to mind. How wrong could he be?
“So what about something in teaching?” She
offers helpfully.
“I have never felt the vocation to teach. I’d
like to be part of the theatre but I don’t have the confidence to act or the
skills to do anything else.”
“What about family, you haven’t mentioned
anyone at home?”
“My parents live fairly close to me and I pop
round to see them of a weekend. I’d have loved a brother or a sister, someone
else to witness my parents’ insanity with me but like everything else in my
life it’s just me.” I really do need to leave the self-pity party. It’s
Angela’s turn to look awkward at my sudden outburst.
“And no man has made the grade?” No not until
Ryan today but don’t get to ahead of yourself just yet Jane.
“Unfortunately not, I had liked someone, liked
them a huge amount for years actually. My friend’s brother but the fantasy was
a whole lot better than reality. You see he was just too much like my friend
in the end, they are twins but for some reason I hadn’t wanted to see that. If
that makes sense?”
“Really is that all? Just one infatuation in
your life. You seem like such a lovely girl and so pretty.”
“Thank you.” I blush. “That’s it really I
have had a few very short relationships but no one really that floated my boat
so one way or another they all ended. It’s not that I don’t want to find
someone I really do. I’d love to have someone take care of me and for me to do
the same in return.”
“Well maybe you will find some magic this
weekend. It can be an incredibly romantic place; I mean just look at those two
this morning.” She says making a pretend horrified look referring to Chris and
Helen.
“I know call the public signs of affection
police
someone?”
“Not right now, I’m not ready but maybe one
day. I’ve only just past sixty I might still have a fair few years’ left in me
and I would like someone to hold my hand again. Nothing more nothing less.
To have a man hold my hand again, yes that would be lovely.” Can it be that
simple I think, just to have a person hold your hand? I think about how sweet
it was today having Ryan hold my hand in the gardens of Shakespeare’s
birthplace and yes I probably would be happy with that for the rest of my life.
She tells me more about her husband, their
holidays together and her life before the purchase of the Bed and Breakfast.
Angela had loved being a hairdresser before retiring to run this place. She
tells me stories of the gossip that had been told to over the years as she had
stood cutting hair. It is amazing how some people can feel able to speak of
their darkest deepest secrets to the complete stranger doing their hair. We
both laugh at a story involving a woman whose husband’s pubic hair had caught
on fire when he went in for a vasectomy. Apparently they hadn’t shaved him
properly and the sutures had made him catch light ending in some serious
burns. If he wasn’t sore before he definitely would be after that. Angela
said the woman had no compassion towards her husband at all and she herself had
been practically crying with laughter when she told Angela. I suppose for some
having that time with a stranger who is completely outside your world can be
the only therapy they have available to them. In turn I tell her about how
disappointed I am with my life.
“I just wish I knew what I wanted.” I say
sadly to Angela.
“What did you want to be when you were little,
job wise?”
“Honestly I have never known. My peers growing
up all said they wanted to be actors, nurses, doctors, vets all the usual
things but whenever I was asked I always just replied with a shrug. I had
always loved to read so choosing English at University was just me choosing
something I thought I would enjoy. And I did. I loved it.” Ryan’s comment of
that I seem like a together type of person comes to mind. How wrong could he be?
“So what about something in teaching?” She
offers helpfully.
“I have never felt the vocation to teach. I’d
like to be part of the theatre but I don’t have the confidence to act or the
skills to do anything else.”
“What about family, you haven’t mentioned
anyone at home?”
“My parents live fairly close to me and I pop
round to see them of a weekend. I’d have loved a brother or a sister, someone
else to witness my parents’ insanity with me but like everything else in my
life it’s just me.” I really do need to leave the self-pity party. It’s
Angela’s turn to look awkward at my sudden outburst.
“And no man has made the grade?” No not until
Ryan today but don’t get to ahead of yourself just yet Jane.
“Unfortunately not, I had liked someone, liked
them a huge amount for years actually. My friend’s brother but the fantasy was
a whole lot better than reality. You see he was just too much like my friend
in the end, they are twins but for some reason I hadn’t wanted to see that. If
that makes sense?”
“Really is that all? Just one infatuation in
your life. You seem like such a lovely girl and so pretty.”
“Thank you.” I blush. “That’s it really I
have had a few very short relationships but no one really that floated my boat
so one way or another they all ended. It’s not that I don’t want to find
someone I really do. I’d love to have someone take care of me and for me to do
the same in return.”
“Well maybe you will find some magic this
weekend. It can be an incredibly romantic place; I mean just look at those two
this morning.” She says making a pretend horrified look referring to Chris and
Helen.
“I know call the public signs of affection
police
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