The
fans are swirling around above my head, one, two, three, four……. I’ve lost
count.
Ahh,
where’s the water! My mouth is on fire.
My fingers are aching. The people
around me make it look easy. I’ve never
taken so long to eat a simple plate of rice and vegetables.
I
didn’t intend to come here. The rain led
me here. It almost feels cooler outside
than inside today.
It’s
fallen off again! I give up. I’ve got to
get a fork. It’s white and plastic and
you immediately think food is going to taste nasty but it makes no difference
to me. Looking around I see most of the
locals using one.
The
short green crunchy vegetables are sure to help me. I don’t know what they are but the doctor
said I must start eating more green vegetables. It felt slightly embarrassing when she asked
me to tell her when I had last eaten anything green. Does a peppermint sweet count?
There’s
a girl standing by the drinks counter wearing a smart flowery dress and
sandals. Why does she keep looking at
me? I quickly look down to check I
haven’t unknowingly poured half my plate of food down my white shirt. Okay there is a tiny mark on my cream trousers
but I’m sure that’s some of Lucy’s jam and toast. If anyone asks I always blame the kids.
“Can’t
take them anywhere,” I’d say. It’s
easier blaming someone else. Done that
all my life – “it wasn’t me it was her,” I would say, pointing at my sister. And for some reason I’ve always been
believed. Yes, I do regret some things.
My sister is nice about it though, and she very rarely mentions it. I didn’t mean to lock her in the bathroom and
turn off the lights. It was a joke. I thought she would be able to get out by
herself. Okay I told mum and dad that
she’d gone to bed early, but how was I to know that she’d be too frightened to
get out of the bath in the dark, move an inch or even squeal. When I went to bed that night I remember my
bottom feeling a lot hotter than the bath water had been when mum eventually
realised that Toria was still in the bath.
Wait a
minute, that girl is still looking at me.
Maybe I know her. Maybe she knows
me or we’ve seen each other somewhere before.
I really can’t think where though.
I’m pretty sure I remember most things from the other night. It was dark.
And there were lots of people.
She’s
gone, phew. She obviously needed
something to distract her. I don’t know
how I managed to be a good distraction, but by the look on her face she
preferred to look anywhere else besides the gentleman standing next to
her. He looked more like a colleague
than a friend or lover. Maybe they had
had an argument at work or she had to meet him out of politeness. Whatever it is she needs to learn some
manners.
Strange
though – there are three other women / girls (never know what to call us, woman
sounds so old, like a grandmother) sitting right next to me, by themselves,
minding their own business. All three of
them have a telephone in their hand. One
is looking straight at it, maybe playing a game. Weird that these days telephones are played
with more than held to the ear. The other girl is holding her phone up, but
again looking directly in to it, not saying anything. Me, I’m just looking and watching.
Oh god,
I really should learn not to stare, even though most of the time I don’t know
that I’m doing it. I’m always telling
the girls not to stare or say something inappropriate out loud. I quickly look down. I think he thinks I’m staring at him. I didn’t mean to, honest. Oh no, I think I may be
blushing. Okay, he is rather
attractive. Dark hair, lots of it; tall,
but not too tall; good build, but not too broad or two muscular; nimble on his
feet, like he wants to be always on the move.
The men here do appear quiet and reserved, more than the men I’m used to
anyway. Most of them look shy, cute and
polite. They don’t ever leer at you or
whistle, or make jokes that they think you will find funny, but those that do
don’t care if you don’t smile as all their mates around them are laughing and
whistling even louder.
I
haven’t looked up again yet. Has he
gone? Surely he’s gone now. Like the
rest of them he was probably only here to grab that essential midday fuel. Food is not a treat, it’s a necessity. Every living species has to consume some sort
of fuel whether we like it or not. I
sometimes wish I didn’t have to eat – too many choices, too many right and
wrongs.
“An
apple a day keeps the dentist away; 5 a
day helps you work, rest and play; no carbs – protein only; polyunsaturated and unsaturated;…….” If I
regimentally stuck to all the advised routines I think I would be digging
myself an early grave.
Now
she’s pretty. Young looking, 21 I would
guess. I think she’s on holiday with her
mum. (apologies to the lady standing
next to her if you are friends.) If she eats that everyday no wonder she looks
so slim and youthful. A small bowl of
finely cut up pieces of fruit – melon, grapes, pears, apple and oranges I
think.
“Soya
milk keeps you youthful,” maybe she drinks that every day? She’s standing right next to the sign.
Bright
pint - holly’s favourite colour; I haven’t seen a long dress in that colour
before. She looks busy talking to her
friend who’s wearing purple – Lucy’s favourite colour. It is a shame that in such a busy society
today we don’t have the guts to simply go up and ask someone “where did you get
that?” Would that be seen as being rude, intrusive or would it be seen as a
compliment and taken more as flattery? I would see it as the latter. But no one has ever stopped and asked me such
a question. Should I take that as a
subtle hint?!
Now
where did she get that? It looks
delicious. I wonder if she asked for the
extra topping of chocolate sauce and sprinkles or if it comes as one
piece. And before you ask it is not for
me (I am telling myself this), it is for my daughters. Holly would die for one of those. It seems to come in a little bowl that looks
like a boat. And yes, Lucy would end up
spilling it all over the floor and herself but she would laugh and I would try
and laugh with her. As long as I don’t
have to clear up the mess, again. One
good reason to take them outside to eat – someone else will wash any mess
away. But of course sitting here I
wouldn’t be able to feed her in just her nappy and then get her straight in to
the bath. You can’t win. That’s when you need the garden. Oh to be back home standing in our big
kitchen overlooking the garden. I’m
kidding myself. Once a year if we’re
lucky it gets warm enough to open the kitchen doors and let the children play
outside. Even then they would be dressed
in a cardigan and tights and possibly a woolly hat, not a sun hat. We would have to turn the kitchen in to a sauna
for it ever to be warm enough for the girls to eat in just their knickers.
It’s
getting quieter now. The midday rush is
tailing off. Everyone’s going back to
work or back to whatever else they were going to do. I can’t even see a single tourist. But of course they have a tight schedule. How
could I forget? The Hotel breakfast doesn’t last all day and they have been
told by their tour guide about how hot it gets in the middle of the day so they
are up bright and early and are ready for their lunch before the clock even
strikes midday. It’s three o’clock
now. The tourist bus will be full and
every gallery humming with foreign voices.
We’ll
be packing to go home next week. I’ve
only ever eaten here twice before. It’s
only a short stroll from our apartment but I never seem to find the time to
come. The food in the fridge is good
enough – slightly shrivelled lettuce leaves, aging tomatoes and the remains of
the pasta that the girls didn’t finish the night before. But I bought the ingredients and cooked it
with my own fair hands so it must be eaten.
For the
first time since I sat down the queue has gone for the sugarcane juice. Only ladies work behind the juice bar
counter. They all look like mums, like
me. They’re probably wondering what I am
doing, sitting here by myself, sipping my glass of green liquid, chilled with
ice, which they made for me only an hour ago.
I’m taking a very long time drinking it.
All the ice has nearly melted.
It’s feeling hot in here again.
I’m relieved to see that the ladies do have even bigger fans operating
directly behind their heads. They don’t
have much space to move, certainly the ladies who are slightly wider around the
girth than others. But they look
content.
Some
people are now walking away from the stall with cups of coffee - cups smaller
than a French expresso which usually
make me feel faint. Back home ladies
would be accompanying this with a little “treat”, a scone with jam and maybe
even some cream; a small slice of carrot cake, or even a piece of chocolate
cake and some thinly sliced cucumber sandwiches. I have missed my tea pot; bought as a wedding
present from John Lewis, bright red with white spots. You can fit enough tea in there to serve six
mums, all thirsty after a busy day with the children. Come to think of it that will be the first
thing I use when we get home, accompanied with a slice of my mother in law’s
Scottish shortbread and an episode of the archers.
I’ve
enjoyed my stay here. Have you ever been
to Lego Land
in Denmark?
The original, first ever Lego
Land where all the small
streets are perfect and not a single speck of rubbish can ever be found. Well I feel I have found my second Lego Land,
just a thousand times taller and only a thousand times bigger. Every street is immaculate and every building
looks architecturally designed to the very last brick or pane of glass. Living
on the 21st Floor I feel like I’m only inches above the ground as I
look over another four buildings even taller than ours, and I can’t even see
the windows of the flats on the seventieth floor, let alone any living moving
person.
I used
to long for those holidays where I could swim outside every day in the open
air, doing lap after lap of a fifty meter pool with no one to disturb me, never
feeling cold, and wearing that beach dress and bikini that I’d hidden at the
back of the cupboard until the time was right.
Now suggestions of a hotel by the beach - all inclusive massages, food
and drink, and scuba diving - makes me shrug and say, “let’s go home” – and I mean
home in Scotland, where I can dress the girls up in their purple double lined
rain coats, their home knitted scarf, hat and gloves and we can all go and jump
in muddy puddles in the park in our wellington boots.
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