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“We’re riding along on a crest of a wave
The …”
“…no, No
NO!!! I want passion”
“How
can we show passion when we are dressed as Boy Scouts?”
“Believe
and it will happen, once more with feeling, encore une
fois, from the top, 1, 2, 3,2
“We’re riding along on the crest of a wave.
The
sun is in the…
“NO
NO NO”
“We’re tired and phased
And a
little bit dazed,
And
all feel like going home!
The
director’s a prat,
HE
thinks he’s all that,
In
this he is alone
“Thank
you Luke, that is enough of that,
“I have
two more verses”
“Enough”
“So can
we go now? It is gone 9, and I for one have early
lectures tomorrow”
“Clear
off, go all of you”
Luke
whooped with joy and as everyone dispersed Luke caught marks eye. “Any chance of a lift?
”Might
be a squeeze, but you can try “ mark conceded “Lucy is
having a lift”
“Mmm, I’ll survive”
“Cool,
well grab those” mark and Luke collected their bags and threw them in the back
of the Landy, amongst the collection of random bodies
that seemed to have accumulated
“Folks…Hey,
sort yourselves out” Mark sighed “you two” pointing at Lucy and Roshan “you are the lightest, sit on someone’s laps”
“Any
offers?” Lucy enquired, twitching an eyebrow”
“I am
baggies on Derek” Roshan smirked
“Del,
Rosh, No funny stuff” and Del, Rosh is my Moll!”
“Luce,
you can sit here, if you want” Luke patted his knee
“Erm, I’ll…yeah, why not, thanks,” Lucy tentatively agreed
10 minutes later as they pulled in to the drive, Luke
took his arms from round Lucy’s waist and helped her down.
“Thank
you for a fun evening “ Luke said as he opened the
door” “good night”
“Good
night”
Luke and
Lucy went to their own rooms and lay on there own beds and thought their own
thoughts about each 0other for almost half an hour. Lucy decided to take
action. She went and made two hot chocolates, crept with them back up stairs
and gently knocking on Luke’s door said “are you awake” silence, Lucy tried
again” Luke? Are you awake?”
“Yeah,
it’s not locked"
Lucy
hesitantly pushed the door, as it creaked wider she saw Luke propped on his
bed, damp eyed, still fully dressed not looking cheerful.
“I’ve
got a hot chocolate for you” Lucy said quietly passing it to him.
“Thanks”
An
awkward almost frosty silence filled the room, broken only by the freezer
kicking in intermittently, and Mark and Roshan
shutting the door as the came in.
“…I’m…I’ve
been” Luke mumbled though the lump in his throat
“Me too,
I couldn’t stop”
“The Landy… I …”
“I know,
I was worried about it “
“It felt
right” Luke wiped a tear from his eye and slurped his drink “whhh...” gulp “why did I …” gulp “ …I hurt you?” sniff
Lucy
gently took Luke’s trembling mug from his hands and put both drinks on his
desk, and then firmly taking Luke by the shoulders kissed him.
Love
Letters were always difficult to write, but the post office being on strike was
bound to upset things!
Claire
had received Jay’s letter in 3 days, not bad from HK, but her reply was so far
19 days since posting.
Garsington Road has rats in the
toilet so they walked out, last time it was not getting overtime for handing
the backlog mail from the London strike. Claire felt if one office went on
strike another office shouldn’t have to handle the post, that surely was strike
braking and as such she would have felt Scabbing if she had been in the
position, none the less she wished they would go back so her letter would be
delivered. Now how much did she wish she had used email!