Goodbye, Tuesdays
Today was the ending of an era.
For the last two years, Tuesday afternoons I have met locowerewolf and purplefringe for coffee at Café Roma. It hasn't been every Tuesday, or indeed always on a Tuesday, it hasn't always been the both of them or even just exclusively the three of us, it hasn't often been coffee and it has often been at Zest when the sun is shining, but that is how I always described it. It has become a ritual; Tuesday afternoons were something to look forward to.
Today was the last ever official Tuesday.
There will still be days called Tuesday, obviously, and I'm not trying to imply that this will be a subversive description in any way shape or form. But purplefringe and locowerewolf are scary grown up people now, and today was the last ever day when we were all at school together. (locowerewolf broke up last week anyway, but that doesn't count.) They are scary grown up people, and they will be going away to university and gap years and all manner of exciting things; and whilst we may still meet up for coffee at Café Roma on a Tuesday (or equivalent) somehow it is different.
As I said; today was the ending of an era, perhaps for reasons I cannot explain. I'm not entirely sure; but things have changed. The world has turned.
So today I bought flowers for locowerewolf and purplefringe, because I could, and because I thought it would be nice (and bought some for Lucia too, because she would also be there and it would also be nice) and we sat in the bandstand in the Maltings outside Zest and drank fruit smoothies in the sun, and told stories, and marvelled at lorebesh's hat, and I did magic tricks, and we all had a lovely time.
I'll miss you, Tuesdays. You made my world a better place.
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On the way back home, I bumped into Rose, who, in the course of conversation, told me that the list of new Prefects was up in the Sixth Form common room and that she'd seen it and that I was on it.
I think I may have squeed, a little bit.
For the last two years, Tuesday afternoons I have met locowerewolf and purplefringe for coffee at Café Roma. It hasn't been every Tuesday, or indeed always on a Tuesday, it hasn't always been the both of them or even just exclusively the three of us, it hasn't often been coffee and it has often been at Zest when the sun is shining, but that is how I always described it. It has become a ritual; Tuesday afternoons were something to look forward to.
Today was the last ever official Tuesday.
There will still be days called Tuesday, obviously, and I'm not trying to imply that this will be a subversive description in any way shape or form. But purplefringe and locowerewolf are scary grown up people now, and today was the last ever day when we were all at school together. (locowerewolf broke up last week anyway, but that doesn't count.) They are scary grown up people, and they will be going away to university and gap years and all manner of exciting things; and whilst we may still meet up for coffee at Café Roma on a Tuesday (or equivalent) somehow it is different.
As I said; today was the ending of an era, perhaps for reasons I cannot explain. I'm not entirely sure; but things have changed. The world has turned.
So today I bought flowers for locowerewolf and purplefringe, because I could, and because I thought it would be nice (and bought some for Lucia too, because she would also be there and it would also be nice) and we sat in the bandstand in the Maltings outside Zest and drank fruit smoothies in the sun, and told stories, and marvelled at lorebesh's hat, and I did magic tricks, and we all had a lovely time.
I'll miss you, Tuesdays. You made my world a better place.
---
On the way back home, I bumped into Rose, who, in the course of conversation, told me that the list of new Prefects was up in the Sixth Form common room and that she'd seen it and that I was on it.
I think I may have squeed, a little bit.