If I Fell

~55~Abigail's Mad Day Out

A/N:  I thought I would have a little fun with Abigail so this is a bit of fluff and filler.     With the boys POV's I have put J, P, R or G along the way, I just didn't want to slow the passage down and we all know who J, P, R and G are don't we!                                                              
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  Abigail's Mad Day Out before the actual Mad Day Out  

The whole month was not 'off' ; for the boy's had numerous appearances on the telly.

Think Ready, Steady, Go and Top of the Pops, a Thank Your Lucky Stars Special, radio taping's at the BBC for Top Gear and Saturday Club.

John even fitted in a segment for that cute Dudley Moore on his new show Not Only.... But Also, which he has to go back again for another taping on the 29th it was really good though because they were using Johns Book, 'In His Own Write', for all the sketches he was in!

November 1964 was, to me, a month of firsts. First pregnancy, first miscarriage. First trip to Swindon. First car accident (much to Paul's surprise- cheeky bugger). First trip, no not to Plymouth- just to the stars and back.

Let me explain.

It was just another day much like the ones before. I was left alone to my own devices, the boys working, taping in London town proper, it was closing in on December and the wind had been cold, winter was about to descend.

But today..... a reprieve, glorious sunny skies and warmth, the warmest day in forever.

Now I'm an innocent I know that, I make no apologies. I am often teased and treated softly for it.

The boys, all of them, would oft have sessions, you know sessions- drinks, cards, guitars, pot.

Piled in the music room with the doors shut and me far away, Pattie often enlisted to offer shopping trips occurred, before the accident.

Now they were more open, they had to be, I was banged up and couldn't walk, nor go to the shops. Cavendish Rd was close to the studio so best suited to the purpose of group bonding activities.

I would watch their comings and goings, the freedom the smoke seemed to bring, and try as I might, wanted to just be part of their lives good or bad but painkillers and pot wasn't the best mix apparently.

Incidentally, I haven't been to the shops in ages, now I just sit watching Paul and John put four dozen eggs in the fridge because they think they'll use them all in half a week, my question usually ends up being -where's the milk 'oh forgot that' Oh lord pull your hair out stuff!

Anyway....

Yesterday.....  I found 'the stash'.

I wasn't snooping, scouts honour (remember you actually have to be a scout to use this honour code, oops)

Paul had a little wooden elephant on the mantle I thought it would be heavier, it looked it, it wasn't.

Hollow as a log catering to a family of 5 beavers. 

Hollow but not empty.

No, no, no. Five special little rolls of their best lay waiting for someone to enjoy.

So today I didn't take my 7a.m. medicine nor my 11.30 dose, all in preparation. The pain wasn't so bad these days so no harm done.

I'd inhaled on a few cigarettes in secret. The boys left them on edges of ashtrays while they went for a lav break or kitchen for tea and I quickly had a go, coughed mostly and if they came back from the other room too soon, I would be patted gently on the back for my bad cold and asked if I was ok.