Chapter 2
Chapter 2 - Sunday
Hilary had rehearsed the week so often in her mind that it had started to invade her dreams.
Sunday morning: Tidy own house. Leave note for milkman and keys with neighbours. Drive to supermarket and stock up with provisions to last the first week or so.
Sunday evening: Arrive in the gorgeous countryside and decant the contents of the car into the house.
Make bed and fall into it exhausted.
Monday and Tuesday: Spend the days getting the house presentable (enlist Jackie's help when she arrives). Use any spare time getting to know the area and find out if there are any romantic country lanes to walk with John. The evenings could be reserved for reading a selection of topical, high-brow books in order to have something to talk about over dinner with John.
Wednesday: Wake early, eat a very light breakfast and await John's arrival.
Rest of the week: A whirlwind romance and lots and lots and lots of sex (with John).
These had been her plans, her dreams, her destiny. In reality it had not gone nearly so smoothly. Sunday morning had not gone too badly, in the end. True, she had overslept and then took the best part of an hour to pack her clothes, but she had been out of the door by noon. Then she had found out that, whilst the supermarket was doing a BOGOF deal on cheap champagne, they had completely run out of KY. After driving her VW back into the town centre to the chemist's - luckily no one she knew saw her - she was on the way North by two o'clock. The journey had been neither quick nor easy. When she finally arrived at the house (having stopped to ask the way at two petrol stations and a village pub) it was nearly ten o'clock. The front door had been bolted from within and she had to get in through the side door. After making it upstairs she decided against unpacking the car and simply passed out on one of the beds.
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Hilary had rehearsed the week so often in her mind that it had started to invade her dreams.
Sunday morning: Tidy own house. Leave note for milkman and keys with neighbours. Drive to supermarket and stock up with provisions to last the first week or so.
Sunday evening: Arrive in the gorgeous countryside and decant the contents of the car into the house.
Make bed and fall into it exhausted.
Monday and Tuesday: Spend the days getting the house presentable (enlist Jackie's help when she arrives). Use any spare time getting to know the area and find out if there are any romantic country lanes to walk with John. The evenings could be reserved for reading a selection of topical, high-brow books in order to have something to talk about over dinner with John.
Wednesday: Wake early, eat a very light breakfast and await John's arrival.
Rest of the week: A whirlwind romance and lots and lots and lots of sex (with John).
These had been her plans, her dreams, her destiny. In reality it had not gone nearly so smoothly. Sunday morning had not gone too badly, in the end. True, she had overslept and then took the best part of an hour to pack her clothes, but she had been out of the door by noon. Then she had found out that, whilst the supermarket was doing a BOGOF deal on cheap champagne, they had completely run out of KY. After driving her VW back into the town centre to the chemist's - luckily no one she knew saw her - she was on the way North by two o'clock. The journey had been neither quick nor easy. When she finally arrived at the house (having stopped to ask the way at two petrol stations and a village pub) it was nearly ten o'clock. The front door had been bolted from within and she had to get in through the side door. After making it upstairs she decided against unpacking the car and simply passed out on one of the beds.
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