If I Fell

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Back to Your Normal Programming

Richie went to hospital last week to get his tonsils out, he was all over the news, I mean I like to know how people are but on tv national news- blah. John wants to call up about his toileting habits and have that on the news too but it's really not appropriate, Brian has his hands full with the media and boys that's for sure.

Pattie and George are off to Nassau, which is in the Bahamas, tomorrow. They are gone for a week and a half, sun, sand and swimming so lucky to be away from chilly England.

"It's totally not fair" I took the kettle off the stove and sorted Pattie and my drinks, cocoa today, the wind was frightful and Pattie's nose was bright red from the cold.

"January isn't far away, Abby, then all the divorce and cloak and dagger will be long forgotten. It must be so hard to watch them trot off out the door without you, though" Pat's wiped her nose and I wished her well, taking a cold on holiday was the worst, I would think.

"John's off to Sardinia in January with Mo and Richard so it's even further along than New Year's Day"

"You need to focus on Christmas at least then you're half way to getting to the end of this boredom"

I hated the waiting, the ticking of the clock but if I wanted all this to work out next year I had to bide my time now. John wasn't helping much, the four-headed monster was a given most every day, where one went they all did but Paul oft would arrive home alone and mumble about song-writing or visits to tailors or ignore my questioning glance and take two stairs at a time to get away from my frown.

I took to writing in my journal which came to contain all my thoughts and hopes, worries, dreams. I also got back to drawing, sketching which was great.

If Freda called I was out to Saville Row to sort the post and answer fan mail, many hundreds of letters contained presents, questions, underwear.... Ugh. But there's a problem with that isn't there John turns up and I'm off down the street and he then starts banging on to Paul about my disappearing act.

Sometimes I want a body double- one that sits waiting by the door and the other to be off doing something with all the hours.

"I suppose so, Paul has told me to decorate the house up and that will be fun, I want to cook puddings and things so I will lose a few days busy there"

"Jane back?"

"Yes, they are on again, don't say anything, but she's flying off just before Christmas, I saw her plane ticket" I whispered, Paul wasn't home but I felt like this needed to be hush hush. "Paul hasn't said anything, so I don't even think he knows" Pats and I both frowned at that.

"Oh, she flits around alright, at least I can stay mainly in London for my jobs or I'm home by the evening, much easier to keep George happy that way" Pattie stood and looked out into the garden then washed her cup up. "Abigail, do you mind John going to the club when George and I go?"

"Well I went that first time with Georgie, you and John, without the press" but with Mick Jagger, I grimaced then turned off that vision "but since then, they nosed around if John even stood beside me. Paul has to come and if he's off with Jane, it's useless. I guess I gave up bothering to organise when everyone was free"

"Hmmmm, well I want to go out when we get home so you tee it up with loverboy and Paulie and we'll have fun, ok!?"

"Loverboy, he has to be around for that"

"Arrr come on huny, he has to stay at his house a few nights a week you know that"

"Oh I know that, but a phone call or something to say which night might be nice, he just decides and I'm sitting here like a shag on a rock, without the shag!"