The Happiness Project (THE MERCURY TRAVEL CLUB #2) by Helen Bridgett EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Helen Bridgett
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The Odd Couple
Never move in with your best friend. Things can get rather weird in a very
short space of time.
‘Oh look, there’s a thirtieth-anniversary showing of Four Weddings and
a Funeral coming up at the Savoy,’ Patty is saying. ‘If you go dressed up
for a wedding you get a free glass of prosecco.’
‘And what do you get if you dress for a funeral?’ I ask, yawning.
‘Oh, that funeral scene, do you remember it? I cried my eyes out — just
beautiful. Shall we go?’
I sit up in bed and take my iPad out of her hands.
‘Patty, I’m really tired and I’ve got work tomorrow. Is there any chance
of you letting me get some sleep? We can talk about this in the morning.’
‘All right, don’t get your jammies in a twist,’she says, switching off the
bedside light.
I turn over and snuggle under the duvet, waiting for her to move. She
doesn’t.
‘And do you think you could possibly get into your own bed?’ I groan.
‘But I’ve warmed this side up now.’
‘Out!’
Much harrumphing follows but Patty does eventually throw back the
duvet and get out of the bed, stomp across the room and slam the door
behind her. I spread out, and although I’m glad to finally have some peace, I
must confess the space she’s left is really very cosy.
* * *
Come morning, she’s turned from acting like my partner to sounding
like my mother.
‘You can’t go to work on the first day of a new year on a yoghurt. I’ll
make you a bacon sandwich.’ She’s already pulling the ingredients out of
the fridge. ‘Your brain needs proper food.’
‘I don’t want one and I don’t have time anyway.’
‘Why don’t you have time? You part own the place — you can hardly
sack yourself.’
I’m lifting a spoon of yoghurt to my mouth as Patty reaches across me
to get the milk and nudges my arm, causing me to spill some down my chin
and blouse. Before I can reach for a piece of kitchen roll for myself, Patty
has one in her hand and has wiped my chin. Then she starts dabbing the drip
on my blouse, making a stain that was quite small rather large.
‘No point crying over spilt yoghurt,’ she says cheerfully. ‘Anyway, I’ve
ironed your blue blouse with the little flowers and it suits you much better
than this one.’
I shake my head in disbelief, suddenly reminded of all those odd-couple
sitcoms that used to be on TV. They often lived in houses like this too —
big Edwardian semis with huge windows and spacious rooms. I always
thought they were completely unrealistic — no one could ever live like that
— and yet here I am. Patty leaves the kitchen and returns with a blouse that
is ironed far better than I could have done. This situation might be
ridiculous but it has its upsides.
I’ve moved into Patty’s while I find somewhere of my own. Last year I
had to sell the family home when my ex-husband upped and ran off with a
caterer, so I rented a little starter home to begin with.
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