Sinister: I know we've been as far apart as this before, but take a look at what we've got to get through

[Peter Carter]

I toyed with writing this post in several orders, but finally decided that
cronological was all that the first year of my degree level creative writing
course would allow me. As such, this story is probably a little muddled (to
say the least).;

So, those of you at the picnic will notice that I had thewonderouskara* in
England over the last week. Much fun was had during that time, but on Friday
she had to leave. One Thursday night she cried, and before long I was crying
too. On Friday morning she cried a lot, and our train journey was punctuated
by crying, kissing and rapton/t-rex impressions. We got to Gatwick, after
about 6 hours journey (I live in't north), and I finally left her balling
her eyes out as she went through the departures gate.

5 minutes later I realised I still had her hand luggage. I went to
reception, they put a call out for Kara and, after much waiting round, they
asked me to go to the US Airways ticket desk, so that someone could take the
bag to her. The guy at the desk said "Are you the guy with his wife's
luggage?", to which I replied "Girlfriend, yes", but I found the assumption
a little confusing, only being 19. While I was waiting to hand the bag over,
I heard a rather odd conversation coming from three people behind me. The
notable bits went something like this...

"I think we should move over there"

"No, we're behind a screen, they can't see us"



"Why don't we just move in now?"

"No just hold on. If they go through Departures we'll follow them there
anyway."



"Can you see what flight they're getting on?"



"[Something incomprehensible, but sounding questioning]"

"I can't see if they've checked their bags in... I think they're moving now
*short pause, then walk off*"


I tried to make sure I was out of the line of fire on that one, but it
wasn't easy without looking suspicious.

After that little drama, a guy came and took away Kara's bag, and I left the
airport for home.

On the train home, I recieved a phonecall from Kara saying the plane had
been cancelled and asked me what to do. I wasn't entirely sure on the best
course of action, so I told her she could probably get a train back up to my
house if she wanted, though it'd be a long journey. I then phoned my parents
and asked them what Kara should do, and they said she'd have to get a hotel
for the night and take the plane in the morning. I told Kara this, but she
wasn't happy, so I told her I didn't really know what she should do, and she
should really phone my mother and sort it out with her. Apon hearing Kara's
sobs, my mum couldn't help but tell Kara to get on the next train. My mum
then told me to wait at Preston station (the first station stop to get to my
house) for Kara.

I arrived in Preston at 7 p.m., and after an hour and a half of waiting at
Preston station, it was announced that the lights were no longer functioning
and they would have to close the station. It was about an hour in the
freezing cold before they got the lights back on. I waited until 11.30 p.m.,
calling my parents on reverse charges and annoying them every half and hour
or so, asking when Kara would likely arrive and so forth. At 11.50, the last
train roled in, and Kara wasn't on it. I panicked and rang my parents, who
said they would ring the transport police. I turned around, and, emerging
from an unannounced train, from a platform that a guy on the station had
closed for the night, came Kara, weilding her incredibly heavy bags, with a
quizical look on her face, and prettier than I think I've ever seen her
before. I ran towards her and, when I got to her, nearly crushed her.

We got a taxi home for £30 and that night I feel asleep on the sofa, before
being moved to my bed. This morning I saw her off at Manchester Airport (her
dad got the tickets changed she she wouldn't have to travel all the way to
Gatwick again) and it felt strange, like she'd already gone before, but now
I was saying goodbye to someone else.

I got home and looked in my room to find all her stuff had gone from my
floor, and I felt pretty lost. I looked for the Zebra I have to remind me of
her (we both bought each other a toy zebra, mine is called Zebediah, and
Kara's in Zelda), but I can't find them, I'm going to turn the house upside
down in a second... I think maybe Kara packed it by accident...

Apologies if there are errors in this, I'm pretty tired at the moment.

"If I were broke, I would rather spend money on my appearance than on
food" - Sherron Mayes
www.bondynet.demon.co.uk/eurosexuals
Peter

p.s. Hello to everyone at the picnic, I had a fantanstic time, despite
nearly dying after the football match. Very hello to everyone I met there,
and to everyone I was re-united with. Very very hello to Sir Kenneth of Chu
for agreeing to adopt Kara, all we need now is a twee chaplain to marry us
in the eyes of Sinister and she's sorted for living in Inkland.

p.p.s. Will Lucy Alder mail me off list about the various music related
matters we discussed, because I don't have your e-mail stored on this
computer.

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