Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (12) The Girl in the Poppy Print Dress (Part 01)
The day began very early for Jerry as he reluctantly prepared to leave the arms of his lover, it was first light and the dawn chorus was in full voice.
His real name was Julius Jeremiah Damien Quinton-Snape, which he always thought was like something out of Charles Dickens novel with a hint of Hogwarts thrown in for good measure, he thought he would probably be a villain though knowing his luck.
He hated his name, Julius was so old fashioned, and he also hated Damien because of its association with the antichrist, so he used his middle name Jeremiah which he didn’t like very much better but he shortened it to Jerry and everyone assumed falsely that it was short for Jeremy, but he didn’t enlighten them.
As he prepared to slip out of her bed she rolled over and put her arm across his chest.
“Don’t go Jez” she implored
“I have to Marti” he replied “I’ve got a long drive ahead of me”
They were in her room at the Seaview Hotel in Sharpington-By-Sea where she was staying for the Easter Weekend with a group of friends.
“Oh stay a bit longer” she begged and she kissed his chest
“I wish I could honey” he said as he kissed her on the forehead.
He really did want to stay with her but he had a wedding to go to in Abbottsford, a family wedding to boot, that required his attendance, on pain of death according to his mother.
He picked up her phone from the bedside table and tapped in his own number, and sent a text to himself so they then both had each other’s numbers.
Although he had to leave she and her friend’s weren’t leaving until Monday.
He had only met her the day before and he’d fallen head over heels for her at first sight.
Jerry arrived in Sharpington-By-Sea on Thursday for a stag do and he had met Marti, the girl in the poppy print dress on Friday morning at a coffee shop on the pier.
He was preparing for the long drive home with an Americana to go and she was in front of him ordering a Macchiato but they got talking and sat and drank their coffees at a table outside and ended up spending the whole day together, and the night.
They hit it off immediately and it was like they’d known each other all their lives.
It was funny how thing worked out he hadn’t gone to Sharpington to meet someone, in fact if truth be told he hadn’t really wanted to go at all, he wasn’t particularly close to the groom, but he was family and according to his mother that was what counted.
But having met someone, which was unexpected in itself, everything that followed was not only unexpected in was completely out of character.
He was not the sort of person to do things on a whim, he was an accountant and therefore by definition a planner.
Very definitely not a make it up as you go along kind of guy.
Nor was he the sleep with the first girl you meet type of guy so the event’s in Sharpington on the Good Friday were quite significant for him, and he hoped for her also.