Us on holiday in Rhyl |
Let's Pretend it's the
Ritz
It’s after 11 o'clock
before we find somewhere to stay.
I’m seven and three
quarters and most of the time I’m excited when I’m allowed to stay up late but
tonight I’m cold and I’m tired. My feet hurt too. I was already in bed when mum
woke me and said that we were going out. I was cozy and didn't want to get up.
We've been staying with Auntie Sue (she’s my mum's sister) and her boyfriend
David, for a couple of months now. Their flat is nice, painted in blues and
greens with squashy sofas and cushions and a glass table where we sit to eat.
But it's small and mum and dad and I have to sleep in the same bed. I'm usually
in the middle. Auntie Sue tuts when I leave stuff on the table or watch my TV
programmes. And she got cross when I ate my tea from a tray. It was only a
little mark on the cushions. There was no one around when we left but there was
shouting coming from the kitchen.
I didn't hear much.
Auntie Sue said,
'the place just doesn't feel like ours anymore, it's such a mess all the time.'
Then David said, 'have a
heart Suze it's your sister and your niece.'
We left then. I don't
think we'll be going back.
Things started going wrong
last summer. Dad lost his job and every time I came home from school something
else was missing. First it was dad's car, then some of mum's jewellery and
loads of other things, even the telly and the computer. I didn't mind that as
much as I minded mum crying all the time. The more she cried the more dad
moaned about the 'bloody government.' Maybe they've got all our best stuff. At
Christmas mum and dad had no presents at all and I only got a book and some Lego.
After the school holidays
mum stopped crying and was very busy packing up what we have left. We had to
leave the house I've always lived in and my cat Bingo went to live with my best
friend Beth. She says I can visit whenever I like but it upsets me so I've not
been much. Our furniture and most of my books and clothes are in a garage
somewhere. We won't get them back until we get another house and I don't know
when that will be.
I'm in my pyjamas and
feeling very sleepy. Mum and dad are still dressed.
Mum rubs my back.
"Let's pretend it's
the Ritz," she says.
We've played the let’s
pretend game a lot lately.
"Let's pretend we're
eating turkey,” instead of corned beef, for Christmas dinner.
"Let's pretend we're
on a day trip to Paris," and not in the library because it’s so cold at
home.
"Let's pretend we're
watching our favourite film,” rather than playing in the park (AGAIN) to give
Auntie Sue and David some space. They should have gone to the park, there's
loads of space there.
I wasn't sure where we
would end up tonight but I didn't expect it to be a train. The seats are a bit
scratchy and make me itch and we are all bunched up together but I don't mind.
Dad has his arm around mum and I haven't seen him do that for a while. They
used to cuddle all the time which was kind of embarrassing but I miss it now
they don't. Maybe the train will take us somewhere nice and mum and dad will be
happy again.
I start to doze as mum
talks to me about snow white sheets and gold taps, free food and drinks,
breakfast in bed and sweets left on pillows. Whatever this Ritz place is it
must be posh. I fall asleep and dream of hot chocolate with marshmallows. It's
stuffy. I wake up hot. Mum and dad are talking. I listen.
"I'm so sorry that
it's come to this," says dad.
"It's not your fault,
it's no one’s fault Pete. We'll get through it. Together." That's mum.
Then it's quiet. I guess
they're looking into each other's eyes and maybe, I hope, kissing because there
is a bit of a slurpy noise.
"Let's go to
Frank’s," my mum says after a while. She sounds kind of bossy.
"But..." I think
dad wants to say more but mum butts in.
"He's your father and
he’ll help us Pete. He won't get tired of having Janie around." She’s
stroking my hair.
"I know your pride is
hurting but put up with his advice. It's our best chance to get on our feet
again. Please darling. You know I'm right," she says.
"Yes. Yes, I
do," says dad after a while. "Ok, we'll go tomorrow."
"Good," says
mum. She sounds pleased.
It's quiet.
I sleep again.
Mum wakes me early and
helps me get washed and dressed. The water is cold and the mirror above the
wash basin is dirty. There's a bit of poo on the floor in front of the loo. Mum
shudders. I close my eyes and pretend. . .
"Breakfast at Maccy
Ds?" asks dad as he packs my night stuff and the others things we have
used.
"YES," I say.
"And we don't need to pretend we're anywhere else cos MacDonald's IS THE
BEST.'
Mum and dad laugh and
smile at each other. Dad touches mum’s face and she kisses his cheek. Now I
know that everything’s going to be ok.
We leave the train
hand-in-hand and skip down the platform. Dad waves at the night watchman who
opened up the carriage for us and put the heating on. I'm a bit disappointed
that the train isn't taking us anywhere but I'm looking forward to my breakfast
and to seeing my grandpa.