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    Sat 16
    Wonderful. So
far today I’ve been blown out by Daryl, who couldn’t come home because he got a
last minute job (he was actually really apologetic, so I’m not mad with him). Then
by Amy, who told me she’s not going to Salzburg for various pathetic reasons.
She got the wrong weekend and has arranged to see her mum, she’s skint, tra la la . Rubbish. There’s
something else going on here, I’m not stupid. I just wish I knew what the hell
it was.
    Then I decided to have a
word with Han (well, an email). I’d spoken to Kim about it and she agreed that
it was the right plan of action. So I asked if I’d offended Hannah in some way
because she seems weird and stuff, and things aren’t
right between us. To be honest, I felt like a kid in the playground again, a
grown woman should not have to have a conversation like this! Still…
    She replied she could ask me
the same thing because I’ve been weird with her! Well maybe I have but only
because she started it. Not that I could say that of course, because that would
sound really childish in this already regressive situation.
    After a bit of to-ing and
fro-ing we seemed to thaw things out and ended with saying stuff like ‘it’s
great to have you back because I’ve missed you’ and all that silliness. Well, I
say it’s silliness but actually I do have to admit to having a bit of a warm,
fuzzy feeling afterwards, am so relieved things are sorted. And
yet… I still get the funny feeling things aren’t right.
    Anyway. When Amy let me down I sent Daryl a text telling him and asking if he fancied
an impromptu dirty weekend in Salzburg. I mean, how are we meant to even consider trying for a baby when we barely see each other and when
we do we hardly ever have sex. Not that I sent that bit to him, of course.
    As soon as I sent the text,
my phone rang. ‘Hey Gorgeous, this sounds like a great idea!’ said Daryl. He
sounded so up for it – brilliant! He’d got me on speakerphone because he was
driving, but even over the engine noise, I could tell he really meant it, and
was in a fantastic mood.
    ‘Wonderful! Well the seats
are all booked and paid for so it seems a shame for them to go to waste,’ I
smiled. ‘Finally I’m starting to look forward to this weekend!   I’ll have to revise my whole getaway wardrobe
now that it isn’t a girlie break…’
    ‘Well don’t get too
excited,’ he warned. ‘I’ll have to check the roster first, see if I can get the
time off.’ I could hear a shuffling noise as he opened and closed compartments,
searching for the elusive piece of paper he had his jobs jotted down on.   It’s a flipping mystery that bit of paper, by
the way – I can never catch so much of a glimpse of it, and it seems to change
at the drop of a hat…well, unless I actually want it to change, then it seems even
more set in stone than the Ten Commandments.
    The rustling and thumping
continued, and I started to get really excited. ‘Hey, keep your eyes on the
road,’ I teased. He seemed in a good enough mood that I could risk teasing him
a little.
    As he grunted a reply and
carried on searching, I started compiling a list in my head of things I needed
to take. I’d have to include some sexy undies – maybe I should nip out and buy
some new stuff, surprise Daryl. Something lacy and black and
red and obvious? No, not Daryl’s thing; he absolutely loves virginal white
underwear. He doesn’t like tarty stuff at all, even though he is always trying
to peer down my top!
    Then I heard that growly
groan he does when he’s disappointed. My stomach dropped like I’d missed a step
going down the stairs. ‘Sorry babe, I’m free on Friday, but on the Saturday I’m
doing a job, Manchester to Tilbury Docks, 700 mile round trip of pulp for a
paper mill. Want to come?’ he said.
    ‘Tilbury
docks?’ I asked, trying desperately to make the leap from
romantic weekend abroad, luxuriating in a posh hotel, taking in the incredible
architecture, and