Three Years Old

Chapter Eleven

So here's another one for you :) It's my last one before the end of my half term, so uploads will become slightly less frequent again, not that there are that many of you reading that care :L ah well, at least I have readers.

Anyways, enjoy!

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     ‘I’m cooking at the moment,’ my mum told me over the phone the next evening. ‘The need to make a lasagne came over me. Come help me eat it?’ I looked over at Debby, who was sitting with her legs stretched out on the sofa and her laptop in front of her, and Blake, who was sitting at the coffee table building something miscellaneous out of Lego with Flick.

     ‘My mum’s making lasagne,’ I told them. Debby’s face lit up, and she closed her laptop and threw it down on the sofa next to her all in one movement.

     ‘I’m there!’ she exclaimed, standing up. Blake grinned at me and nodded enthusiastically.

     ‘We’re on our way,’ I said to Mum, before hanging up.

     Debby was already rootling around in her suitcase, having pulled out one shoe, and searching for the other. Blake stood up, taking Flick’s little hand and leading her into the corridor.

      ‘Come on Flick, you need to put your wellies on,’ she told her, then she called out to me. ‘I presume it’s still raining?’

     I looked out of the big window in the sitting room at the steady rain pouring from an unusually dark sky. ‘Yep,’ I replied with a sigh. We’d been stuck indoors all day, first at the gallery, while Debby stayed at home and looked after Flick, then we’d come home, had some lunch, watched The Little Mermaid with Flick, and spent the afternoon mooching around. I was beginning to feel really claustrophobic.

    Blake appeared back in the doorway of the sitting room, putting her keys into the pocket of her sleek black raincoat, her grey skinny jeans disappearing into her bright red wellies. Flick appeared beside her legs, in her own miniature wellies with flowers on, and her own bright yellow raincoat.

     Debby and I looked at each other and laughed. ‘Tourists,’ I scoffed. Debby laughed louder, and bent down, pulling on her high-topped trainers.

     As I pushed past Blake into the corridor she chuckled too. ‘You know, I’m pretty sure that this thing about people from St. David’s not wearing raincoats is something you two made up as an excuse not wear them. Which is crazy, because this is Wales. It rains ridiculous amounts.’

   ‘That’s what Michael said too,’ Debby’s voice came from the sitting room. I was in front of the row of hooks by the door, already filled with our many different scarves, hats and jackets – even our winter ones as you never knew when the weather would turn cold in Wales.  I was trying to dig out my leather jacket from where it was buried under many of our lighter layers that we had been wearing more in the last few weeks. ‘He always thought we were just being silly.’

     ‘Aha!’ I finally got hold of the coat and pulled, however other items came tumbling down too. ‘Oops.’

     Debby reached the hallway too and smiled at Flick, who had given up on standing, and was sitting against a wall with her short legs stuck out in front of her, and her wellies sticking up.

     ‘Well, surely Michael knew what he was talking about,’ Blake mused. ‘Didn’t he live here until he was eleven?’ I was bent over, trying to scoop up everything I’d knocked down in one go, and looked up at them to smile.