If you’re going to do something tonight that you’ll regret tomorrow, sleep late.

“I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it’s hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.”

Larry David






I woke early and lay there for a while. Summer was buried under a mountain of covers, snoring.

The sun was pouring in through the gap in the curtains, so I got up and left a note next to her phone,

‘gone to eat, ring me when you’re up xx.’

I went downstairs and outside. It had been raining during the night and everywhere had puddles. I got a newspaper and went to the hotel restaurant and sat there with tea and toast.

I was the only person in there. I felt really good and sat there enjoying the peace.

As I finished, my phone vibrated.

She was up and ready and by the time I got to the room, she was dressed

She was wearing her glasses, not the normal contact lenses.

“Morning. Christ, you look intelligent with those on. Looks really can be deceiving.”

She threw the hairbrush at me and missed.

“This is your fault.” She said, putting on her shoes and checking herself in the mirror.

“What do you mean?”

“I have a mouth like the bottom of a bird’s cage.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you were very funny last night.”

“Oh fuck. Really?”

“Oh yes.”

“Don’t tell me.”

There was silence.

“Let’s go out and collect our tickets. I’ll tell you later.”

We had tickets to a comedy concert over the other side of town. The gig started at three o’clock and the plan was to make our way over and wait for the show in a nice bar somewhere.


The show was actually pretty good. We laughed and joked. Throughout the day she was getting text messages, smiling and answering them. There was no need to know who they were from.

The funny thing was when she started to get them, I was really bothered, almost resenting the fact she was in contact with the person she lived with. Why couldn’t she just concentrate on me?

But we were just friends, nothing more.

And I now realised, we never would be.

And actually it was ok. I liked our friendship.

The plus points of having someone like Summer in my life as a friend far outweighed the daunting prospect of trying to be something more and it not working out.

We got back to the hotel about six o’clock.

I showered, changed and watched TV.

I could hear her banging around in the bathroom, until she came out dressed in jeans and a shirt. She had put her contacts back in and her hair was tied back.

The evening was meant to be much quieter than the previous. Things had started well. We had a Chinese meal which was lovely and Summer only had a soft drink with the food. When we left the restaurant, we walked past the first couple of bars on the way back to the hotel.

“Let’s just go in here for one. It would be a shame to go back to the hotel just yet when it is our last night.”

“We could get a drink in the hotel if you wanted.”

“I don’t want to drink in the hotel again. Anyway I don’t think they would want me to after last night.”

Fair point.

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