Daffodils – Saint David’s Day (1 March 2010)A Story by drafty48Tricia-Cheryl-Emma travels to Monmouth, Wales on St. David's Day. And then to life.Daffodils - Saint David’s Day (1 March 2010) It didn’t start only with the bus announcements going wrong.
Tricia-Cheryl-Emma was on her way to a momentous family meeting. It was lunch
at a restaurant. But you could guarantee that nobody would spare digestive
juices just for eating. For gulping in gossip and embarrassment - well, yes.
They were definitely avid for that. The bus was headed up for Monmouth and not just the High Street.
Tricia-Cheryl-Emma would be getting off at the poshest stop. She cuddled her
bunch of daffodils. They were the first promising stalks from the sheltered
side of the cottage garden - delayed after the long winter, and not yet blasted
by the ongoing election campaign. Tricia-Cheryl-Emma appreciated these greenish
buds were too tender to be affected by everyone’s TV and radio on eternal
alert. And they would be returned to their own botanical karma before David -
why did he have to have the same name as our blessed national Saint? - before
posh boy David Cameron’s entry into No. 10. It did it again. The automatic bus stop announcement system chuckled,
ahemed, and gave the wrong place name, again! And it was in English. And for
central It’s eccentric enough that Tricia-Cheryl-Emma has three English names.
And yet she’s as Welsh as her daffodils. Blame her mother, and morning
television, seventeen years ago, when Tricia-Cheryl-Emma was yet an expectant
string of DNA. And that brought her thoughts back to - ‘Haymarket’ - that surrealist announcement
lady again - back to her father, that other twist of ancestral DNA, which waltzed
around her mother, kicked up enough of an essential trace of itself, and
skipped off to Her father! Now waiting in a posh Monmouth restaurant, for her and her
slim, not-bought-for-cash bouquet. And her father’s new fiancée; and also the
rest of the family, their mouths working inquisitively and competitively. Tricia-Cheryl-Emma alighted at ‘ She had a full shot of the family gathering, framed by the restaurant
window, and only blocked by one determined, freezing smoker. A f*g butt was
drawn in for the last time, then cast off. This random ‘uncle’ decamped. And Tricia-Cheryl-Emma
espied, for the one and only occasion, her future step-mother. She was a
seventeen-year old brunette, the mirror image of herself. It seemed, emotionally, only minutes later that Tricia-Cheryl-Emma was
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Added on March 18, 2010 Last Updated on March 18, 2010 Tags: Wales, daffodils, St. David's Day, growing up |