Seize The Day!

It’s time for a change in this light-hearted com­plete story by Su­san Wright.

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An amus­ing story by Su­san Wright

Reg­u­lar rou­tines were all very well – but Anna de­cided now was the time to shake things up a bit!

AS soon as she’d fin­ished on the web­site, Anna picked up her mo­bile and phoned her hus­band at work. “Hi, love,” she said. “Could you pick up some fish and chips on your way home?”

“Yes, of course,” Luke replied, sound­ing con­cerned. “Don’t you feel well?”

“No, I’m fine,” Anna said be­fore tak­ing a sip of wine.

“So why do you want me to get fish and chips?” Luke asked. “It’s Mon­day, Anna, and we al­ways have spaghetti bolog­nese on a Mon­day.”

“Yes, but I haven’t got time to cook tonight,” Anna told him. “We’re go­ing out.”

“Since when?” Luke sounded com­pletely as­ton­ished.

“Since I bought a cou­ple of tick­ets for a mu­si­cal,” Anna told him, smil­ing to her­self as she imag­ined the look on his face. “Glo­ria at work is star­ring in an am­a­teur pro­duc­tion of ‘The Sound Of Mu­sic’, so I said we’d go along.” “But what about ‘Coro­na­tion Street’?” “What about it?” “Well, it’s Mon­day,” Luke elab­o­rated. “There are two episodes on tonight.”

“So?” Anna shrugged. “I can record them, can’t I?”

“But it won’t be the same as watch­ing them live,” Luke de­clared, re­peat­ing some­thing she’d come out with hun­dreds of times over the years.

Anna laughed and took another sip of her wine.

“Oh, I ex­pect I’ll cope. Ac­tu­ally, it’ll be bet­ter watch­ing record­ings be­cause I’ll be able to skip through the ad­verts, won’t I?”

“Yes, as I’ve been say­ing for years.” Luke paused for a mo­ment and then cleared his throat. “I re­ally don’t know why you’ve bought tick­ets for an am­a­teur pro­duc­tion, though, Anna. It’ll prob­a­bly be ter­ri­ble. It’ll be like lis­ten­ing to cats f ight­ing all night.”

“Not if Glo­ria’s any­thing to go by,” Anna said, remembering her col­league belt­ing out the main song in the ladies’ loo at work. “She’s got a fan­tas­tic voice. Oh, and she said I ought to join her group.” “You what?” “I should join her group,” Anna re­peated. “I can’t re­mem­ber what they’re called now, but they meet up a cou­ple of times a week. They do plays as well as mu­si­cals, so I reckon it could be fun. “Do you want to join, too?” “No, I don’t,” Luke replied quickly. “You wouldn’t get me up on a stage if you paid me a mil­lion pounds!” Anna thought for a mo­ment. “They need peo­ple to do the sets and ev­ery­thing as well. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

“I sup­pose so,” Luke said, not sound­ing very en­thu­si­as­tic.

“I mean, you’re a dab hand with a paint brush,” Anna said, look­ing around the liv­ing-room and ad­mir­ing the newly painted walls. “And it would be bril­liant if we did some­thing to­gether for once.”

“Yes, that would be good,” Luke had to ad­mit. “What time do we have to go out tonight, then?”

“Oh, about seven.” Anna glanced at her watch. “Ap­par­ently the au­di­ences dress up, but I don’t think I’ve got any clothes that would pass for Ger­man.” “Aus­trian,” he cor­rected her. “Yeah, Aus­trian,” she said. “I don’t sup­pose many peo­ple will dress up any­way.”

“Well, I cer­tainly won’t. You wouldn’t get me in a pair of those leder­ho­sen.” Anna snorted with laugh­ter. “Why not? You’ve got lovely legs.” “But I wouldn’t be seen dead in those! Any­way, we’d bet­ter stop talk­ing if you want me to get fish and chips on my way home. It’s go­ing to be a bit of a rush get­ting out of the house by seven, isn’t it?”

“Oh, we’ll man­age,” Anna replied breezily. “We can eat the fish and chips out of the pa­per, so there won’t be any wash­ing up.”

“OK,” Luke said, as Anna pro­duced a slight hic­cup. “Are you drink­ing?” he asked sus­pi­ciously. “Just a glass of wine.” “But it’s Mon­day! “So?” “So you never drink on a Mon­day,” he said, sound­ing per­plexed. “Do you want me to get you cod? Or should I get you eel?”

“Eel!” Anna shud­dered. “Why on earth would I want eel? You know I hate it.”

“Be­cause you’re act­ing to­tally out of char­ac­ter,” Luke replied. “You haven’t bumped your head to­day, have you?” “No, of course I haven’t!” Luke paused for a mo­ment. “Oh, hang on, all this wouldn’t have any­thing to do with the row we had last night, would it?”

“What row would that be?” Anna asked, feign­ing in­no­cence.

“The one where I ac­cused you of be­ing bor­ing. If you re­mem­ber, I said I was fed up with be­ing ruled by your lists, and that we ought to get out more and be more spon­ta­neous. Then you said you’d never been spon­ta­neous in your life, and that I should have mar­ried some­one else if I wanted spon­ta­neous.”

“Oh, that row,” Anna re­marked, remembering that she hadn’t been able to sleep af­ter it. “And?” “And . . .well, maybe you got through to me.” Anna gazed at her lap­top and broke into a grin.

“Ac­tu­ally, I’ve just gone online and booked a week­end for two in Paris.”

“Paris? I can’t be­lieve you’ve done some­thing like that, Anna. And where did you find the time? You’ve only just got in from work, haven’t you?”

“No, I took a few hours off this af­ter­noon.”

“What? But it’s Mon­day. You al­ways say Mon­day’s the busiest day of the week!”

“Yeah, but I’ve done a lot of overtime lately and they owed me.”

ANNA grinned and ran her fin­gers through her newly tinted hair. “Ac­tu­ally, I had a lovely time this af­ter­noon. I went to the hair­dresser’s and then I wan­dered round the shops and bought some new silk un­der­wear.”

“Silk?” Luke whis­pered, so his col­leagues wouldn’t hear.

“Yes.” Anna gig­gled, think­ing of the sen­si­ble cot­ton she usu­ally wore.

She’d been hurt when Luke had ac­cused her of be­ing bor­ing, but she’d been big enough to see his point – and be­ing spon­ta­neous was turn­ing out to be an aw­ful lot of fun.

The End.

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