Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 1096: Friday 27th September 2019

Entry 1096
Friday 27th September 2019

Well, that was awkward! Naomi and I have just endured a rather uncomfortable evening in with Nikki watching a film.

The day started when I was getting ready for work, and Naomi was in the kitchen getting Sophie some breakfast. "We were getting Sophie sorted and commenting on how sunny it was when Nikki walked into the kitchen. Naomi and I exchanged strange but discreet looks. "Good morning, Nikki," Naomi said to her with a smile on her face, "How are you?" Naomi emphasized the 'how are you?', obviously attempting to appease Nikki and make an effort to get on with her, after yesterday's discussion. "What's that?" asked an angry sounding Nikki, ignoring Naomi's question and pointing to some scrambled eggs that were on Naomi's plate. "Just some eggs," said Naomi, "Do you want some? I'll happily make you some." "They're MY eggs," said an angry sounding, Nikki. "Oh..." said Naomi, looking at me with an uncertain expression. "I bought those eggs with my credits I earned at The Hive," I said. "You bought them for me," said Nikki. "I bought them for US," I firmly said. "Yeah, so not for her and her bl**dy granddaughter," snapped Nikki. Sensing things were getting tense, Naomi took Sophie back in the living room and gave her something to play with on the rug. Naomi returned. "Look, Nikki," said Naomi, trying to stay patient, "I thought we were going to make an effort. I've just asked you if you're alright, and I've even offered to cook some eggs for you." "They're my eggs," said Nikki. "I bought them," I firmly said, "So technically they're MY eggs. If I buy stuff, I'll get to decide what happens with them." "Look," said Naomi, trying to keep the peace, "Let's not fall out over some eggs. There's plenty left anyway. Do you want some, Nikki? I'll happily make you some. Fried? Scrambled?" "Poached," said a stern Nikki. "Oh, OK," said Naomi. "I'll be sat at the dining table," said Nikki, as she left the kitchen. "So, now you're cooking for her and serving her breakfast," I quietly said. "It doesn't matter," said Naomi, as she started to prepare Nikki's eggs, "Let's just try and keep the peace. Anyway, once I've done this me and Sophie will go back to Cowes for a bit, and we'll meet you back here when you finish work." "Yeah," I said, "For an awkward night in watching a DVD with that bl**dy nutter. I look forward to it." I gave Naomi a kiss, said bye to Sophie, then said a blunt bye to Nikki and left.

Gary gave me a lift to work and all I did on the journey to The Hive was moan about Nikki and talk about what a f*cking nutter she is. I told him about all the recent goings on, Nikki taking an overdose and slashing her wrists, and the up-and-coming awkward night in. Gary just listened and I got a lot of sh*t off my chest.

Work was OK. Bit boring. Nothing special, and when I came home it was early evening and Naomi was back, cooking in the kitchen getting a meal ready. I entered the house, said hello to Sophie who was again playing on the rug and walked into the kitchen to give Naomi a kiss. "Where's the Wicked Witch of the West?" I asked. "She's upstairs," said Naomi, "But don't speak like that. She might hear you." "From upstairs?" I said, "Only if she's sent her flying monkeys after me." "Get Sophie ready and sit at the table," said Naomi, "This will be ready in about ten minutes... and remember; be nice. When she comes down, make an effort and ask her how she is." I rolled my eyes, went back into the living room, got Sophie ready, and the both of us sat at the table.

A few moments later I was playing with Sophie as we waited for the food to arrive, when Nikki appeared. She sat the table, and I adopted a blunt expression. Realising I looked rather stern, I quickly changed my expression and smiled. "You OK?" I asked, throwing Nikki a big fake smile. She shrugged. "Well, work was OK," I said. Nikki looked like someone had just sh*t in the middle of the table. There's just no bl**dy pleasing her, I thought to myself. I tried to make an effort with Nikki, but I got one-word answers, blunt expressions and shrugged shoulders. It was painful. After a few moments Naomi appeared with the food, which I was thankful for. Sitting at the table with a stroppy Nikki wasn't easy.