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“Absolutely thrilled to bits.”
    “Would you?” I laughed nervously, but Elenor didn’t respond.
“Well, you never know, maybe Santa will bring you some in your Christmas
stocking.”
    “If he does, he’ll leave my house with more than a mince pie
and a glass of sherry,” she promised before wishing me luck with my search.
    I watched Elenor walk off into the crowd and gave her a wave
when she looked back.
    At that moment all the zombies returned, although Elenor
just walked right through them. It was incredible how none of them noticed her.
Not one of them. How could they not notice her? How could anyone not notice her
–
    – in her see-through lacy panties and matching
see-through bra?

 

Sally’s Diary: December 25th
    Another Christmas Day over. Boy,
Christmas Day really is the Sunday to end all Sundays isn’t it? Personally,
I’ve always preferred Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve for me is the best day of
the year, the Friday to end all Fridays. I’ve always enjoyed Christmas Eve yet
rarely enjoyed Christmas Day. I don’t know why this should be. Perhaps it’s because
Christmas Eve is all about preparation, hope and anticipation. Even the travel
is something I enjoy. The roads are calm, the air’s tinged with expectation and
the journey’s like the start of a mini adventure.
    Then you arrive, climb out of the car and suddenly you
remember you’re staying with your parents for the next few days.
    Maybe the reason Christmas Eve is so magical is because it’s
the calm before the storm. It lulls you into a false sense of security and
makes you believe that this year it might be different. But it never is. God,
Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Mohammed and anyone else I’ve forgotten to mention,
please, I pray to you with every ounce of my soul don’t let me turn out to be
like my mother.
    In other news, Andrew excelled himself this year by getting
me a painting by numbers kit. I can’t help but wonder why.
    I know he’s not the best at buying presents but still…
    Every year he tried to bludgeon me into telling him what I
want for Christmas, but what I want is a surprise. Something thoughtful.
Something little. Something nice. That’s what I want. I don’t know what it is
myself, but that’s the whole point. All I know is that it’s not an engraved
pen, it’s not a foot stool, it’s not a self-operated back massager and it’s not
a painting by numbers kit.
    Is this me being difficult? I hope not. I’d hate to think of
myself as a difficult person. All I really want is a little surprise (not that
the painting by numbers kit didn’t catch me by surprise).
    We do both sets of parents in quick succession every year,
Andrew’s first on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, then my parents
afterwards for Christmas Day evening and Boxing Day. In years gone by we used
to wrap each other’s presents up again so that we could ‘unwrap’ them in front
of both sets of parents, but we decided not to bother with that this year. I’m
glad. I found it hard enough pretending to be thrilled to bits with a painting
by numbers kit once as it was.
    I’m not sure I could manage twice.

 

Chapter 4. Motorway Madness
    My rear view mirror flashed a couple
of times and I looked up to see a BMW almost on my tail lights. I was in the
outside lane of the M3 and moving along at a respectable 79mph. The two inside
lanes were moderately busy with cars and lorries so I was overtaking the slower
60mph and 70mph traffic myself, but BMW man had obviously come to the
conclusion that this wasn’t fast enough for an expensive car like his so he was
giving me a taster of his front lights and badgering me to get out of the way.
    I normally have no qualms about getting out of the way of
other motorists if I’m blocking the fast or middle lanes of the motorway, but
this doesn’t happen very often because I only ever use the middle or outside
lanes for overtaking. When I’m cruising along daydreaming about my dinner I
stick to the