Saturday, August 16, 2008

You know magic really does happen when ...

Someone you haven't seen for around 26 years travels from Ibiza to Bath (via Dublin and Liverpool) for one night only and, when you're finally reunited, you feel as though you've never been apart. He's beautiful, funny and elegant; he brings you a David Bowie DVD, an original artwork in a gilt frame and a hand-painted silk scarf ... and everybody he meets falls just a teensy-tinsy bit in love with him.

Two other friends arrive in their camper van (camp van?) for an overnight stay, and their visit clashes with a cocktail party to celebrate Lady Mudd turning 30. Everybody gets on like a house on fire; you drink blue concoctions until 8.30pm and then go for a cut-price kebab, which tastes like manna from heaven.

You go to the shops to get milk one damp summer morning and you find the tiniest new baby snail you've ever seen in your life crossing your path. When you pick it up to rescue it from being crushed underfoot by the person behind you, its shell is the same size as the fingernail on your little finger; wafer-thin and almost translucent.

Your boyfriend goes to your hairdresser to get his hair done, and comes back not only looking major league cute and saying what a fantastic person your hairdresser is (he is, too), but carrying an enormous bunch of orange roses which he presents to you with a flourish 'just because'.

Joe, Ross, Trevor, Lady Mudd, tiny snails, blue cocktails, cheap kebabs, roses, Christian ('The Best Kept Secret in Bath'), my boyfriend, the Angel of Weston Super Mare and somebody else who knows full well who he is but will never admit it: I'm dedicating this one to you.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fa.Bu.Lous.

Anonymous said...

Melissa, you are absolutely amazing.

Anonymous said...

Err, sorry for not leaping straight into the love-in but I have to ask:

Is this post written in some sort of code?

Anonymous said...

Yes, CJ: the kind of code that boring old drones like you will never learn to decipher. Go and bother somebody else-ah lurves it here, darls! (decipher THAT, dullard)

Anonymous said...

No fighting, kids! After a post like that, how can you possibly fight? We wish we could have joined you, AD, but we're very much looking forward to this evening.