#talentedgemx

Vanessa: She made a posh meal once, all from fancy recipes, and laid the table with a candle and the nice plates.  I came home to a nice hot bath and the boys in bed, an’ it was just…it was just really lovely.

Charity: Well, you know me, I can make the effort when it’s worth it.  I slaved in the kitchen for hours over that dinner.  An’ that food was posh, wasn’t it?

Vanessa: And totally inedible.  But the wine was delicious.

Vanessa: The exact moment?  I don’t know if there was an exact moment - 

Charity: It was a Wednesday.  We were late picking the boys up from nursery.  You almost mowed down a pensioner because you were in a hurry and I remember looking at you in the car.

Vanessa: I remember that.  You screamed at me.

Charity: Yeah, well, you braked pretty hard, babe.  I thought we were going to be cleaning old person off the bonnet for a week.

Vanessa: And how’s this even remotely romantic?

Charity: It’s not.  That’s the point, innit?  I was looking at you, all red-faced and ragin’, and I thought, well, I love the bones of her.

Vanessa: That’s…it’s just…

Charity: I know, babe.  Beautiful, right?

Charity: Probably called the poor cow an ambulance.  This one’s dance moves should come with a health warning, all them flailing arms.  More than five minutes on the dancefloor and she’d have someone’s eye out.

Charity: Best?  Or most talented?  There is a difference, you know.

Vanessa: What’s the difference?

Charity: Who you’re kissing, yeah?

Vanessa: Oh, really?  And who are you kissing?

Charity: Just you, babe.  For the rest of my life.

Gem gem gem gemmmm. It is almost completely done, however, only in my head. Sorry! I really fucking suck at remembering and getting stuff done. What?!?! we have moved to cover now? No pressure or anything!  Seriously, honored though, even if you are the only one who gets a copy (I am terribly sad about this y’know.) I haven’t actually got any plans this weekend, so I can start it at least.