Feeling sorry for myself, I climbed in. ‘It’s been one of them journeys from hell,’ I moaned. ‘The train driver was hell bent on breaking every speed limit in the book, and some woman was threatening to spew up all over me.’ I gave her all the gory details, ‘And would you believe the conductor had a go at me when I refused to take her the sick bag!’
‘Really? And what did you say to that?’ she asked. Poppy can be such a trial at times.
‘What do you think I said? I calmly reminded him that I was a mere passenger, and that it was his duty to “give her one”!’
Poppy started laughing. Honestly! Is it me, or has the whole world gone completely mad?
As we drove along, I took a sneaky look at her. Some people say Poppy is quite pretty, but I can’t quite make up my mind. I suppose with her wild, curly hair and those long, blonde lashes over sapphire-blue eyes, there might be something cute about her.
But then, who am I to say? She’s so preoccupied with her dungarees and other people’s animals; I can’t imagine her being dressed to kill, or rolling about in bed playing catch me if you can with another human being. And she would never flaunt herself naked in a see-through negligee…or would she? I’d better watch out. There I go again with the daydreams!
‘What are you staring at?’ Poppy asked.
‘What d’you mean? I wasn’t staring at you!’ I can sound really wounded when I put my mind to it.
‘Well it certainly felt like it!’ She flew the car round the bend at a hundred miles an hour.
Leave her alone, Ben, I told myself, before she kills the pair of us.
‘I’ve already said…I was not staring at you!’ I reacted with a cutting remark.
‘No need to be catty.’ She seemed hurt.
‘What do you mean…catty?’ I said. ‘I’m a man for heavens’ sake. I couldn’t be catty if I tried. The trouble is that’s all you’ve got on your mind…cats and dogs, and things that cock their leg over…other things.’
‘What other things?’ Poppy wanted to know.
‘I dunno…plant pots, trees, and things like that.’
‘Now you’re being ridiculous.’ Poppy obviously didn’t think so!
‘Leave me alone, I’ve had a bad enough morning already!’ I was not in a pleasant frame of mind.
‘Oh what! You mean you forgot to feed your Mum’s goldfish?’
She was giving me that kind of grin she gives the animals when they want feeding, I half expected a meatychew thrust into my mouth, thank you very much!
‘You know what’s wrong with you, Ben?’ Poppy went on.
‘No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.’ Why did I say that?
‘You need to chill out.’ Poppy said.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I put on my most outraged voice.
Putting the fear of God into me, she screeched the van to a halt in the middle of the street, ‘You listen to me…’ Yanking on the hand-brake she swung round and looked me in the eye, ‘You’re on edge all the time; it’s not good for you. People have heart attacks and everything, being on edge like that.’
‘I can’t help it. I’ve got a lot to contend with.’ My mum was right. I really can be sulky at times.
‘You might be surprised to know this, but you are not the only one!’ Poppy complained.
‘What?’ I didn’t know what she was on about.
‘I said, you are not the only one who has a lot to contend with.’ She was really ranting!
‘Is that so?’ Now I was fed up.
‘What about me?’ Poppy went on.
‘I don’t know. What about you?’ I really hadn’t a clue.
‘You know…’ Poppy said mournfully, ‘…my favourite dog passed away last week, and you never once said you were sorry.’
‘That’s because I wasn’t.’ It’s true! ‘That dog was not even yours. What’s more, he was mad as a march hare…eight times last week it escaped and I was the one who had to catch it and bring it back…plus I got bitten twice for my trouble and had to have a jab.’ I couldn’t believe we were arguing about a mad dog!
‘Don’t be soft! A jab won’t hurt you, will it? And besides, you were the only one available to go after the poor thing. Everyone else was busy hosing out the kennels after that bug epidemic.’ Poppy could be really verbal!
‘All right, but losing one dog in the universe does not give you as much to contend with as I have.’ I had to assert myself.
‘Oh no? Well, what about my mother?’ Poppy gave me a look.
‘What about her…and don’t you think we’d best get going or we’ll be late. Don’t forget the accountant is due in today.’ And guess who had to deal with him—yours truly!
‘I haven’t forgotten.’ Poppy sounded smug.
‘Let’s get going then.’ The morning was definitely not getting any better!
She didn’t get going until the driver in the car behind rammed his fist on his horn, and then a milk float and a bread van drew up behind us and soon there was a whole mob of vehicles all lined up and baying for blood.
And even after we drove away, she had no intention of letting me off the hook.
‘I’ll have you know, my mother is the mother from hell!’ Poppy complained.
‘Really? In what way?’ I didn’t particularly want to pursue the conversation, but I couldn’t believe her mother was worse than mine.
‘She vets all my boyfriends.’ Poppy said.
‘I didn’t know you had any boyfriends.’ I almost laughed.
I got the evil eye, ‘And why shouldn’t I have boyfriends. Am I ugly? Tell me the truth; do you think I’m ugly? You do, don’t you…think I’m ugly?’ Her voice was suspiciously shaky.
‘I never said that.’ Honest!
‘But you meant that,’ she sniffed.
‘I didn’t.’ What else could I say?
‘Liar!’ Poppy was almost in tears.
When we arrived at the kennel gates I couldn’t get out of the van quick enough to open them. ‘It’s all right,’ I called as she prepared to stop and collect me again, ‘I’ll walk up…clear my head.’
‘Please yourself!’ With the same death wish as the train driver, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator and shot off up the lane, sending showers of gravel behind her.
‘DAMNED LUNATIC! YOU COULD HAVE BLINDED ME!’ I yelled.
She didn’t hear me. Well, I knew that, or I wouldn’t have shouted, would I? I mean…I’m not harbouring a death wish, well, at least not yet.
Oh yes, and what were the ‘surprises’ you might ask.
Well, as you might have guessed, I manage a kennel for some rich guy who has a string of them all over the UK. He has a big white house on a cliff-top in Spain, a grand mansion in Milton Keynes and a boat in Newquay. Huh! alright for some!
I’m learning the ropes so I can achieve fame and fortune; though so far it’s