Virgulle’s Vestral 100

Tuesday 12th June 2012

Advice given by Jenny

“SHE’D like you to come too,” Jenny told me, following a telephone call from an old friend, Harriet, who would be spending the Chris Muss festival alone, it being her former husband’s year to have their children, which was why Harriet was inviting Jenny to go and ‘snuggle up with a hot water bottle and a box of tissues’ at her home in south London.

“Unless you’re thinking of disappearing with Brendan, that is.”

“With Brendan? Why, please?”

“Well… you know… you might want to go somewhere quiet together, away from the Papa Ratsy. Especially after all the Me Dear coverage you’ll be getting. Tell the Guvver Munt you want a five star cabin cruiser on the Med. Harriet and I won’t be much use to anyone. We’ll be too sozzled. If I were you, I’d clear off abroad and let Brendan serenade you by moonlight.”

“Serenade? This is to make a pleasing song, yes?”

“Oh yes. It can be. It should be. And I’m sure it will be…” she sighed, deeply, before igniting her drug-stick once more.

I agreed with her observation, having heard several of Brendan’s violin tunes and found the sound much to my liking.

We left the house at the same time, early in the morning, two days later. A taxi would take Jenny to the railway station, while Brendan and I were to be driven to London in a Guvver Munt cage.

“We are all going to London, yes? Why will you not come with us, please, Jenny?”

“I need to do this on my own, Ulla. I have to start somewhere. I want to do some normal things again, like sitting on a train, reading a magazine. I’ll be okay. Harriet’s meeting me at the other end. Ring me tonight if you get a chance. We’ll keep switching channels whenever the news is on and I’ll get Harriet to video it all. Take care.”

A huge hug and she was gone, waving until the taxi turned the corner, out of sight.

I would remember what she had said I must do when meeting the giant Me Dear. And knowing she would be watching the pictures on the thing called television, I would smile.

For her.







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