#ChristmasCheer, #NQLoveCrisis
When I woke up a few hours later, Nikolai was absent. No note, no details nothing. The man was a machine. How did he manage to train today?
It was nine o’clock and Lou was picking me up in thirty minutes. Family tradition dictated that Mum, Lou and I prepared and cooked the turkey, stuffing, potatoes and sides. I showered, dressed and wrote a note to Nikolai saying that lunch was at 3p.m. Then waited outside for Lou.
Lou was tanned and smiling when she picked me up in her ageing silver Holden Barina. She and Dave had just returned from two weeks in Tahiti on a practice honeymoon. She didn’t turn off the engine because it was warm and may not have started again. We embraced and I insisted she tell me about her holiday, ‘the PG version please’. Lou talked fa
