Authors: Robert Bryndza
Tags: #Love, #Book Club, #British, #iPhone, #Women's Fiction, #Comedy, #Diary Format, #Chicklit
“This place is wonderful.”
“We have everything and nothing…Life is hard and you can’t live on a view,” said Adrianna. We stared out at the range of mountains, topped with snow and vanishing in the haze. Blazena came out with more beers and heaved herself into a hammock. She asked if I swam but I said I didn’t want to put on a swimming costume.
“She thinks you are an attractive woman,” said Marika translating. “She says you need to believe you are beautiful.”
“Oh,” I said blushing. “She’s just being polite.”
“She’s not,” said Marika treading water in the shallow end. “Mother doesn’t lie, she was the only one who told her Sister she looked fat on her wedding day.” Blazena nodded.
“She told her she looked like a pregnant pig,” translated Adrianna. I didn’t know what to say to that and luckily, a car pulled up in the driveway. It was Adrianna’s husband, Stevko. He is dark, works in construction, and has the body to show for it.
“Famous author Coco Pinchard,” he said jumping out of the car and kissing me on both cheeks.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said flushing red.
“I’m not going to translate anything negative you say about yourself,” said Marika.
Stevko lit a barbecue and we sat drinking Slivovica as the sun went down. It didn’t take long for Marika to tell them that, as of tonight I become a single, forty-two year old woman.
“We should make you a party,” said Stevko. They all jabbered in Slovak, then Marika said excitedly.
“We’ll do it tomorrow night. They’re going to invite Zobor!”
“Is that a man or a woman?”
“A band,” said Marika. “They’re huge in Slovakia, the lead singer lives in one of the cottages two doors away, it’ll be a great party!” We stayed up chatting and planning. Just before midnight, Marika checked her watch and said something to Adrianna, who disappeared and came back with a big firework. She put it at the end of the pool, lit it, and ran back to us. Coloured jets began to fire up into the sky.
“You’re officially single,” said Marika. “And it’s your birthday!”
Blazena poured more Slivovica and we drank as fireworks shot into the black sky.
“To happiness and the future,” said Marika and we clinked our Slivovica glasses.
I told them the story of the past few months. They all agreed. Daniel is an idiot. Blazena marvelled at how restrained I had been, when I found Daniel with Snow White. She told me that when she caught Marika’s father with another woman she pushed him into the well, and sat on the lid for the whole night!
We didn’t end up coming to bed until three. I can’t sleep. I have tried counting doilies. I reached one hundred and three, and was still wide-awake. So I am emailing you from the only place I can get a signal, the outside toilet. From my vantage point, I have the most stunning view across the mountains. The field of sunflowers is slowly swaying in the moonlight, which is both beautiful, and a bit scary.
I so wish you were here with us Chris.
Tuesday 16th June 14:01
I woke up an hour ago drenched in sweat, the room was stifling. Marika poked her head around the door and saw my red face.
“Morning,” she said, and then her head disappeared. Minutes later she returned with Adrianna and Stevko grinning. They yanked back the covers, lifted me up, and carried me out to the pool.
I screamed but they swung me three times over the water and let go. I landed with a huge splash. It is a family tradition to throw people in the pool, good job my birthday is in the summer.
“It’s like a baptism,” said Marika over the cheering, “you’re a single woman!”
When I got out, I went and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look very different. My hair was plastered to my head, I looked thinner, and was a little tanned. I grinned at myself and went to open my presents.
They gave me a copy of Zobor’s latest CD. In their album sleeve photos, the band wears an awful lot of black leather and blacker eyeliner. They are going to boil if they wear this get up tonight; it’s forty-two degrees here.
Rosencrantz got me an iPod Nano. Meryl and Tony gave me a £5 Debenhams gift voucher, which was from the two of them plus Ethel and Daniel. I think Meryl had put his name in to soften the blow if Daniel didn’t send anything. And he didn’t.
I am on my second glass of Slovak wine (excellent) and lying by the pool. Bliss. They are just going shopping. I am staying here to work on my tan.
Tuesday 16th June 17:30
Thank you for the iPod Nano, but can you afford it love? Are you at work now? I couldn’t answer before because I fell asleep in the sun. I am now bright red and look every inch the Brit abroad.
I am lying indoors, slathered in natural yoghurt, which apparently should ease the pain. Speak to you later.
A very red mum x
Wednesday 17th June 05:30
Wow. I have just had the most wonderful night. Adrianna lent me a gorgeous long, floaty dress, which covered my red sunburn.
Marika and I were laying out the plates before the party when she commented on how great I looked.
“We needed you to look your best for tonight,” she said. I asked her why. Marika stopped and smiled,
“Look. I know you don’t like to be set up,” she said.
“You see, already you’ve gone shrill.”
“You mean set up with a man?” Marika grinned again.
“Who? Who else is coming tonight who are you setting me up with?” I said following her into the kitchen.
Marika picked up the Zobor CD and waved it under my nose.
“The whole band?” I said. “Your sister’s been hospitable, but she doesn’t have to be
We heard the gate creak as the band arrived; they skipped in all young and trendy carrying boxes of beer.
“He’s nice isn’t he?” said Marika pointing at the youngest, who I recognised as Marek, the guitarist from the album sleeve.
“You’re winding me up,” I said.
“No. He loves older women,” said Marika. “He was dating the Slovakian equivalent of Cilla Black.”
“Cilla Black,” I said, “is sixty!”
“Sorry,” said Marika. “Bad translation, this woman is a lot younger than Cilla.”
They were all making a beeline towards us and I began to panic. Marek looked only a few years older than Rosencrantz.
“It won’t happen,” I said.
“Go on,” she said, pushing me forward. I grabbed a shot of Slivovica and smiled.
The band was a hunky bunch; Patrick, the drummer, Julius the lead singer, Jozef the Bassist and Marek a dreamy, dark young slip of a lad. We spent a long time in a big group, talking. Their English was very good. Then we ate great sizzling hunks of barbequed chicken and pork, sweetcorn, and salad washed down with even more beer and Slivovica. Every time I looked at Marek, he would grin at me, showing his cute dimples. The more drunk I became, the less scared I felt about what I could see was happening.
When it got dark, Marek took me by the hand and lead me out of the driveway into the fields for a walk. We paddled through the cool stream, which led to a moonlit field. He stopped and turned to me. I went to say something but he put his soft lips on mine. He was very attentive, attentive to the point that the alcohol and his gorgeous body led me, Coco Pinchard, after only one day of single-dom, having rather wild and wonderful sex in the moonlight by the stream! His skin was just so ripe and firm. He had one of those lean hot bodies, creamy smooth skin, and beautiful caramel eyes.
His English wasn’t as good as his bandmates. He kept saying,
“You like the naughty, bad lady?” but he was so sexy that it didn’t matter.
I figured that I wasn’t just another slutty groupie; I have never listened to their CD!
I don’t know what time it was when we walked back. He invited me to the house the band was staying in, but I said no. I didn’t want to wake up sober with him in the daylight so we kissed one last time by the gate, and I came back.
I am now just in bed. I had to write this down to prove it wasn’t all a dream. I feel like a beautiful, floaty, Goddess!
Thursday 18th June 07:37
Ow, ow, ow. Sunburn. Grass burn. Torn dress. Mud in hair. Hung-over. Feel like a slut.
Thursday 18th June 14:13
Marika had a huge row with Blazena this morning when she walked in to Marika’s room, and found Patrick the drummer asleep beside her. Blazena is a staunch Catholic, and we all woke up to her roar of disapproval. Myself, Adrianna and Stevko came out into the kitchen rubbing our eyes as Marika was stood in a long t-shirt with Patrick scooting out of the front door in just his leather trousers.
Adrianna translated as Blazena accused Marika of behaving like a ‘whore of Babylon’ and ordered her to get married and have children. She said that Marika’s bedroom was like Sodom and Gomorrah and slapped her round the face. Marika retaliated and threw a pan of (thankfully cold) goulash over Blazena, and most of the kitchen. With a shout that could have wakened a sleeping bear she grabbed a rolling pin, chased Marika round the table and out of the front door. They re-appeared through the window, Marika running across the field with Blazena in hot pursuit.
“Do you want coffee?” said Adrianna as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I asked if Marika would be okay.
“Hopefully, but even though Mum is the size of an elephant, she can run just as fast as one.”
They came back a couple of hours later, laughing, and dripping wet. They had been swimming in the nearby lake.
I asked Marika how she had sorted it out.
“I promised her I would go to confession,” she grinned. “The ultimate get-out clause for Catholics.”
Part of me felt sorry for Marika, getting all this grief, but it had looked kind of fun being able having it out. I remember dealings with my own Mother were a minefield of sly digs and passive aggressive behaviour, whilst always pretending everything was wonderful.
I am just packing. We are going to have a look round the shops in Bratislava before our flight.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Friday 19th June 12:33
Thank you for an amazing time. London feels so cold, grey, and uptight compared to Slovakia. I came home to find my decree absolute. I am officially a ‘Miss’, the house is in my name, and I have money in the bank. It is a real sense of anticlimax.
Saturday 20th June 08:31
Meryl just phoned, and I was telling her about your Grandmother’s 97th party, and, how you did all the decorating. She wants you to help her pick out all the furniture for Ethel’s new flat. I am sorry. I tried to come up with an excuse that I had lost your phone number, but she is looking you up in the phone book, so expect a call.
Sunday 21st June 18:55
I’m sorry, I won’t make it for dinner, but if you still want to come over Rosencrantz has made curry and he would love to see you. Chris and myself were roped into a trip to IKEA in Croydon to buy furniture for Ethel’s new flat.
I never want to go IKEA again, well not with Meryl and Ethel. They couldn’t agree on
. Ethel doesn’t like ‘modern poncy stuff.’ Which begged the question why were we in IKEA?
The only redeeming feature of the day was that we bumped into Adam in the bathroom department.
“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he said indicating our trolleys piled high. I had almost forgotten about him since Slovakia. Meryl stepped forward.
“Hello, I’m Meryl Watson, I’m Coco’s ex sister-in-law. This is my mother Ethel.”
“Yes, Hello. We’ve h’met,” said Ethel, going posh again.
“This is Christopher Cheshire, he is helping us with our interior design options,” said Meryl, adding, “His father has a knighthood, you know.”
“Hi,” said Chris going red. I gave Meryl a look, and she trilled, “come along, toilet plungers!” and shepherded them all away.
“Sorry about that,” I said. He asked how Slovakia was. I said it was great. We nodded at each other.
“Look,” I said. “About your phone call, about the gay stuff.”
“Ahh,” he said holding up his hands to his face embarrassed. He looked so cute and for a brief moment, I almost knew what he was thinking.
“I’m just divorced,” I said. “You’re a lovely handsome man with good dress sense, my math’s was wrong. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. The invite to see a musical, may have given you the gay idea.” He explained that his friend works for a box office company dealing with West End shows.
“So you’re not a West End Wendy?”
“No,” he said. “Well, saying that. I do have two tickets to go and see the Thriller
musical on Friday. It’s a bit more butch.”
“Okay,” I said. He gave me his email address.
“You better get back to your group, they’re dying to know what’s happened.” I could just see Ethel’s head poking up above a display of toilet seats.
“Happy shopping,” he said.
“Oh it’s not,” I grinned. When I joined the others, they were all smiling.
“What a dish,” said Meryl. I told them I was going on a date.
“She dunt waste no time,” said Ethel. “Out on the tiles within a week of divorcing.”
“And the rest,” said Chris grinning. Adam turned and waved goodbye. God he is gorgeous.
“He looks just as good from the back,” said Meryl surprising us.
We are just waiting in an endless queue with seven trollies. We have; A bed, two sofas, two easy chairs, a dining table with four chairs, two pouffes, three sets shelves, three plants; Yucca, Palm and Cactus. Covers for chairs, sofas and pouffes, two wardrobes, one bed, two sets drawers, a bedside table, four plates, four cups, cutlery for four, utensils, a draining board, tea towels, towels, bedding, coat hangers, a fruit bowl, a shower curtain, a bathmat, loo roll and a loo brush.
Poor Chris. Meryl ignored every one of his style suggestions and all he got for lunch was a 39p hot dog.
Monday 22nd June 09:14