Youll be wanting eggs, then, she announced tersely, without looking up. How many a week?
Over her shoulder I could see that the Perambulating Ark was stacked with battered egg boxes. I get my eggs in town. Free-range ones. (Nice, clean ones, in new boxes!)
Thats right free-range brown is what Ive got. Save you the journey. How many?
I capitulated. Half a dozen please.
Mondays. Save the boxes. And off she stumped, her ark bouncing on the rutted pathway, and that was that.
Now every Monday she comes, receives her egg boxes and money, hands me the eggs in return and then, with a muttered, Lets see that cunning old bird, then! she stumps right past me into the living room to stare greedily at Toby. Charmed by her attention he invariably runs through his entire repertoire at top speed (and volume).
Then she silently departs, only betraying her enjoyment by the occasional quiver of her collapsed cheek.
I expect she regales the entire village with the awful things he says when she does the rest of the egg round, and everyone will think he learned them from us.
The library did have a couple of radio ham books, although they didnt look very up to date. But I dont suppose it changes that much, and I also managed to buy a magazine on the subject, which James seized when he got home. Then he lay on the bed immersed in it, though hes never shown any interest in that sort of thing before.
I suppose he just wanted something to read but why cant he come downstairs and do it? I tried snuggling up next to him on the bed, but apart from pointing out one or two interesting passages he took no notice of me, so I went back downstairs and read one of the books instead.
Bess woke me with hysterical whining at the crack of dawn next morning she must have eaten something that disagreed with her. James pulled the sheet over his head and pretended not to hear her, as usual.
After shed got the worst of it over I thought we might as well carry on and have our usual little morning walk up the lane. Theres an old, overgrown driveway to the Hall further up, and a rough pathway through the tangle where I can let her off.
But as I was about to release her I saw a hare, and its true what they say about mad March hares, because this one was bouncing all over the place. Then another joined it, and they had just begun a sparring contest when Bess whined and spoiled it; in a flash they were racing off.
Hare today, and gone tomorrow
For some reason they reminded me of the vicar.
Bess seemed fine later, which was just as well, because I had to go up to Town to meet a literary agent who specialises in romance. Having just reached the end of a three-book contract with Thripp, Thripp and Jameson, I thought it would be interesting to see what an agent could do with my next one.
I got him out of TheWriters and Artists Yearbook, although I must admit that I thought Vivyan Dubois was a woman until I got there. Hes quite young, eager, intelligent and gay. I liked him immediately.
Hes read some of my books and is sure he can get me a better contract with another publisher, and also that there would be a market for them in America!
He was very enthusiastic, and delighted that Im such a fast writer. Im to send various contracts for him to pore over, and Love on the Waves when its completed.
After this I was dying to impart the glad news to someone, so popped in to see Mother and Granny.
Granny was in a grumpy mood. If you fell into the Leeds-Liverpool canal youd come up with a trout in your mouth! she said dourly.
Arent you going to give me any credit for hard work, Granny?
Im sure were very pleased, dear, Mother said. But when you said you had wonderful news I did hope for a moment I mean, I know how much dear James longs for a son, and Id love a grandchild.
Let the girl alone! snapped Granny. She hasnt been in her new house five seconds.
But it isnt a new house, is it? There are all sorts of hazards in old houses for tiny tots and theyre always damp and unhygienic. I did so much prefer your last home, darling, because at least you knew that no one else had ever lived in it or died in it!
Thank you for sharing that thought, Mother.
Mummy, dear. And I only say these things for your own good, Leticia.
Tish, I corrected. Fair is fair.
I set off early for home, calling off to purchase a bottle of inexpensive champagne on the way, then took a taxi from the station (but that was just because my being out for so long puts such a strain on that daft dogs bladder).
However, shed been good, and was rewarded with biscuits and a walk to the village pond, where she chased the four Muscovy ducks until one turned and gave her a hard stare. Then she slunk off with her feathery tail between her legs.
James was late home, didnt eat much, and said cheap champagne wasnt worth buying. Are we celebrating something?
Well, we never really celebrated moving in here, darling, and its almost April already! And you know I went up to see that agent today?
He nodded, and I told him all about it, though he couldnt seem to grasp the importance of it to me to us at all.
But is it worth it? After all, he said, sloshing down the despised cheap champagne like lemonade, once youve got a baby to look after you wont have time for writing, will you? Now Im a full partner in the firm we can manage without your writing to bring in any little extras.
My mouth must have dropped open several inches. It took me a few minutes to get my voice back. Its more than a little extra! Besides, I like writing, and I cant just turn it off like a tap. I dont want to turn it off!
You say that now, and I know how much your little hobby means to you, but when you have a baby to look after
There might not be a baby.
He smiled indulgently. I dont see why not; were both healthy and I dont think we should leave it much longer. I want my sons while Im young enough to play football with them.
Sons? They may be girls, James! Or girl I dont think I want more than one. And my writing isnt a hobby, so Im not going to stop doing it!
(I dont think I could stop, actually. It would all dam up inside me until I burst.)
We carried on like this for some time, because James couldnt be persuaded out of his old-fashioned, stupid ideas and just kept repeating, Wait and see! in his solicitors voice.
Hell wait and see for ever, if he keeps this up.
Although the idea of starting a family once we moved to the country was on the agenda, I find now Ive got cold feet. I might not horror of horrors enjoy motherhood at all! My biological clock seems to have a very quiet tick.
Thinking back, I felt much the same about pets, before the arrival of Toby and then Bess
And just how much of the childcare would James actually be prepared to do?
Still, I suppose babies sleep a lot, and then I would be able to write. I dont know, Ive never so much as held a baby and know nothing of them. They sort of fascinate and frighten me at the same time, so goodness knows what sort of mother Id make!
Not one like mine, at any rate, who is so unsure of my love that she is incapable of letting go for a second. Its pretty sad, really, that she never realises such tactics have the opposite effect to the desired one.
I wish I had a close female friend I could discuss it all with, only I seem to have lost touch with college friends, and my schoolfriends vanished after I met Fergal no one else existed for me when he was around.
I do have a good friend I made when I joined the Society for Women Writing Romance (there are two organisations for romantic novelists, and I chose to join the SFWWR because my favourite author, Tina Devino, is a member), but Peggy, who is older than I am, lives in Cornwall, so mostly we chat on the phone.
I used to think James and I thought as one on all the important things and that there was nothing we couldnt discuss, but either hes changed or I was seeing him through rose-tinted spectacles He didnt even seem to be aware of the fundamental chasm opening beneath his feet.
Just to round the evening off nicely, I had a peculiar phone call. Not peculiar in the sense of being obscene: just silence, although I was convinced there was someone at the other end of the line. The caller withheld their number.
The Chinese may have the Year of the Rat, but March is clearly Month of the Lavatory.
The fatal day got off to a good start when James forgot to duck under one of the low beams and gave his head such a crack that he was writhing and swearing for a full five minutes, with Toby listening to every juicy word. One day I expect James will become accustomed to the beams, and react automatically like Pavlovs dogs. A sharp blow to the head early in life has been the making of a lot of men Augustus John springs to mind but unfortunately I think James is too old now for it to make any difference.
After hed finally driven off to work, pale, martyred and armed with a whole bottle of paracetamol, I climbed up onto the toilet lid to try to unjam the shower curtains. This proved not to be a great idea, for there was a sudden cracking noise, and I ended up with one very soaked velvet mule and some nasty scratches round my ankle. This was doubly upsetting for, apart from the shock and pain, Id have all the embarrassment of trying to order a new toilet lid, and since the bathroom is ancient and old-fashioned Id have to take the remains of the old one with me to ensure I got the right type. I didnt think I could persuade James to do it for me.
I at last unjammed the shower curtains by fetching the kitchen stool, and was standing under the hot spray in my mules, directing the nozzle at the one that went down the loo, when it occurred to me that I hadnt examined myself for lumps recently, what with one thing and another.
So I did, and when I got to that portion of my anatomy where my left breast becomes my armpit, I wished I hadnt, because I felt something. A lumpy quality. A faint tenderness.
Fighting down panic, I felt again, and it was still there The next thing I knew I was sitting on the side of the bath thinking: this sort of thing cant happen to me!
Then I pulled myself together and tried comparing the other side, and there was definitely a difference on the left although surely not that single hard lump youre supposed to look for? Also, I thought Id read somewhere that theres no pain with breast cancer until its terminal?
Of course, once Id let the dreaded words terminal and breast cancer into my mind, cold, shaky panic crept in too, even though I kept trying to assure myself that I had just pulled a muscle scraping paint or something. I felt perfectly fit and well, after all.
So there was no need to go to a doctor. If it was if it didnt go away I didnt want to know
I didnt think I wanted to know.
Only that was stupid. I decided to wait and see.
To add to my misery, the fluffy fake fur trimming on my very expensive mules went all stiff and matted like a dead cat, and I didnt feel the same about them any more.
One week of pure hell followed.
James wouldnt notice if I was dragging myself round on crutches, since hes begun a new craze: ham radio. This also foiled my attempts to distract myself by getting on with my writing, since hes cut several things out of my ham radio magazine, and hogs my library books.
I can only hope it is temporary. Its bad enough him slipping back into the habit of meeting his cronies after work in the pub (which is turning dinner into supper practically every evening, now he has so far to drive home), or risking arrest by consorting with Howard, without him having his nose glued to my books whenever he is here and I want him to do something.
Friday morning, the Lump still being present, I went to see my new doctor, which I should have done at the start.
Not that she brisk, brusque and overworked was very reassuring.
She said she didnt think it was anything to worry about, but would refer me to the hospital anyway and Id be sent an appointment.
This meant another wait, although I knew that if shed only been pretending not to be worried by the lump Id be sent for instantly.
So the longer the wait, the less important shed found it
It didnt do anything to stop me worrying.
Fergal: April 1999
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Im not about to become celibate for life, but seeing Tish like that well, if you crave champagne, then water is just something you quench your thirst with when you cant get what you really want.
Nerissa the latest thirst-quencher is turning tricky now Im losing interest. I dont have much respect for women prepared to lie down at the drop of a famous name, but I dont want to hurt her.
She was just a girl who threw herself at me, and prettier than most. Only now it turns out she used to go to school with Sara, Carlos fiancée, and shes using that old friendship so that she always knows where Im going to be next, trying to turn a casual affair into some kind of relationship, though I made sure she knew right from the start that it would never be that.
Now shes always there. Especially after a gig, when Im on a high
She always seems to be there whenever the cameras flash, too.
Chapter 9: Nutthill Nutria
Two weeks later I found myself sitting in a dingy hospital corridor on a bursting plastic chair, thinking about Life, the Universe, and other more mundane things such as why James hasnt noticed the state of panic Ive been in for a fortnight.
He ought to have guessed something was wrong. But even last night, when I was so nervous and in need of a hug that I wound my arms round his neck and kissed him, he just sort of suffered it, then leaned over and pressed the video play button.
If he ever touched me these days he might have noticed the lumpiness himself which is another thing: since the move our love life seems to have pretty well tailed off. (Not that I ever found the sex riveting, but I do miss the cuddles.) Our only physical contact lately seems to be Jamess absent-minded goodbye kiss in the mornings when he isnt staying at Horrible Howards.
Now Ive stopped the pill Im back to the light, erratic periods I had before I started taking it. But I dont really mind its only the unpredictability thats irritating, and Im sure my body is enjoying a holiday from all those chemicals.