ISBN: 9780345806345
Editorial: Vintage
Autor: Fielding, Helen
Año de edición: 2014
N° Paginas: 496
Tipo de pasta: Pasta blanda
Descripción: Extracto. © Reimpreso con autorización. Reservados todos los derechos. Saturday 8 September 2012Just woke up from delicious, sensual dream all mixed up with Daniel and Leatherjacketman. Suddenly feel different: sensual, womanly and yet that makes me feel so guilty, as if I’m being unfaithful to Mark and yet . . . is so sensual feeling like a sensual woman, with a sensual side which is sensually . . . oh. Children are awake. 11:30 a.m. Entire morning has been totally sensual and lovely. Started day with all three of us in my bed, cuddling and watching telly. Then had breakfast. Then played hide and seek. Then drew and colored in Moshi Monsters, then did obstacle course all in pajamas, all the while with roast chicken emitting delicious fragrance from the Aga. 11:31 a.m. Am perfect mother and sensual woman with
sensual possibilities. I mean maybe someone like Leather-
jacketman could join in with this scenario
and. . . . 11:32 a.m. Billy: “Can we do computer, now it’s Saturday?” 11:33 a.m. Mabel: “Want to watch SpongeBob.” 11:35 a.m. Suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and desire to read papers in echoing silence. Just for ten minutes. “Mummeee! De TV is broken.” Realized, horrified, Mabel had got hold of the remotes. I started jabbing at buttons, at which white flecks appeared, accompanied by loud crackling. “Snow!” said Mabel, excitedly, just as the dishwasher started beeping. “Mummy!” said Billy. “The computer’s run out of charge.” “Well, plug it in again!” I said shoving my head into the cupboard full of wires under the telly. “Night!” said Mabel as the TV screen went black, and the tumble-dryer joined in the beeping. “This charger doesn’t work.” “Well, go on the Xbox!” “It’s not working.” “Maybe it’s the Internet connection.” “Mummy! I’ve unplugged the AirPort, I can’t get it in again.” Realizing my thermostat was veering dangerously towards red, I scampered off up the stairs saying, “Time to get dressed, special treat! I’ll get your clothes.” Then ran into their bedroom and burst out, “I hate fucking technology. Why can’t everyone just FUCKING SHUT UP AND LET ME READ THE PAPERS.” Suddenly lurched in horror. The baby listener was on! Oh God, oh God. Should have got rid of it ages ago but paranoid as single parent, fear of death, etc., etc. Ran downstairs to find Billy racked by sobs. “Oh Billy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it. Was it the baby listener?” “Nooooooooo!” he yelled. “The Xbox is frozen.” “Mabel, did you hear Mummy in the baby listener?” “No,” she said staring delightedly at the television. “De TV is mended.” It was showing a page asking for the Virgin TV password. “Billy, what’s the Virgin password?” I said. “Isn’t it the same as your banker’s card, 1066?” “OK, I’ll do the Xbox, you put in the password,” I said just as the doorbell rang. “That password won’t work.”“Mummeee!” said Mabel. “Shh, both of you!” I yelled. “There’s SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!” Ran up the stairs, head a mass of guilty thoughts: “I’m a terrible mother, there is a hole inside them left by the loss of their father which they are trying to fill with technology,” and opened the door. It was Jude, looking glamorous but hungover and tearful. “Oh Bridge,” she said, falling into my arms. “I just can’t stand another Saturday morning on my own.” “What happened . . . tell Mummy . . .” I said then remembered Jude was a grown-up financial giant. “The guy I met on Match.com and went out with the day before the Stronghold? The one I had a snog with?” “Yes?” I said trying vaguely to remember which one. “He didn’t call. And then last night, he copied me in on a global text saying his wife has just had a baby girl 6 lbs 12 oz.” “OhMyGod. That’s disgusting. That’s inhuman.” “All these years I didn’t want children and people kept saying I’d change my mind. They were right. I’m going to get my eggs unfrozen.” “Jude,” I said. “You made a choice. Just because some guy is a fuckwit it doesn’t mean it was the wrong choice. It’s a good choice for you. Children ar
- Idioma: Inglés
- Autor: Fielding, Helen
- Editorial: Vintage
- N° Paginas: 496
- Tipo de pasta: Pasta blanda
- Envío: Desde EE.UU.
