Bev and Carol are characters from my two (soon to be three)
humorous memoirs. See right side panel.
This is the second post. Introduction posted 9/12/13.
ONE
Room.
On arrival, was disenchanted. Central, voice-amplifying staircase - bad design, kitchen -
large, functional/heartless, actual Room (capitalisation intended) for next
three years – featureless, with miserly bed, stunted wardrobe, ambitiously
proportioned desk plus chair. Surprise
‘extra’ - wash basin inside cupboard - useful for practical jokes.
Ferried up bags and smiled enigmatically at other new
arrivals, some of whom flanked by parents, one of whom used toilet just inside
entrance to hall, making breathing inadvisable before first floor level. Red-faced girl did best to evacuate said
parent, who seemed unaware of powerful stench he had created. Overheard (painful) one-sided conversation:
‘Thanks for your help, Dad. See you in
the holidays. Goodbye. Give my love to Mum.’ Sorry for girl,
propelling. Sorry for parent,
propelled.
Note to self: buy air freshener.
Unpacked. One shelf for eveningwear (sequined boob-tube,
leather miniskirt etc.), one for jumpers (baggy), one for jeans
(drainpipe/stretch). Desk drawer for
pants/bras/frillies. Books, on desk
(conspicuously). Paper, files, new pens,
academic miscellany – under desk, awaiting re-location.
Stashed make-up inside sink cupboard, on shelf (handy
variety). Added Wisdom toothbrush and
Colgate (ring of confidence) toothpaste.
Grundig cassette player/radio (silver machine) – pride of place in centre of desk (vague tremor of wicked delight). Cassettes – stacked in purpose-built rack
(not provided!).
Switched on radiator.
Opened window (global warming not yet discovered). Looked out onto car
park and beloved Renault 4TL.
Happy sigh.
To be continued…
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