together and I like lying on the sofa with him at night.
I meet Eleanor and Daisy. Eleanor’s completely thrilled for me. Really, it was the jogging pushchair that helped. I lost my way a few times and put some of my weight back on but I kept going with it. I started walking regularly and Daisy just loves it. I have her three days a week while Eleanor works.
A friend of mine said that she is taking advantage of me. Noel and Eleanor don’t need the money, after all, but I'm pleased to see her working and I love the time I spend with Daisy.
We walk down the street and drift in and out of shops and then into a smart department store and, instead of tackling the Christmas shopping, we try on clothes. Maybe we just can’t face it. It’s going to be a difficult Christmas - the first one is the hardest I tell Eleanor.
I think of Lucy and Charlotte and I wonder how they are getting on.
I miss taking Charlotte to the dentist.
Oh, I hear bits from the kids and I find out some stuff on Facebook, like they’re moving and that Charlotte’s changed schools.
But I miss knowing how she is.
I’m not just talking about Charlotte.
I can’t discuss that with Eleanor, so I try on clothes instead. I’ve never done stuff like that. I've never wanted to do stuff like that, but I'm enjoying it now. I need a whole new wardrobe really; maybe I should do some extra shifts at work?
We go to the cafe and I order a coffee and a chicken and salad sandwich instead of cake and then Eleanor realises that she’s left her phone in the changing room and has to dash off.
Yes, I’ll watch Daisy.
I sit there and I wait for her to come back before I drink my coffee, but she doesn't and I don’t want to drink it cold. She’s still not back by the time I’ve finished my sandwich. I'm starting to get a bit irritated, maybe my friend is right, maybe Eleanor does take advantage, maybe all my girls do at times but I know that they love me.
I just didn't know how much.
Eleanor’s coming back now and I feel a surge of irritation because she's left me here while she's been shopping. She’s got about ten bags over her arms and I have to drink a very long glass of cool water, because I don't want to ruin our day.
It could never be ruined.
I didn't know how much they love me, how much they’ve appreciated all that I’ve done, because the bags are filled with all the clothes that I tried on and loved. There’s a gift voucher too, to get some more clothes and there’s another one to go and get my hair and make up done.
It’s from Eleanor, Bonny and Alice and they’ve been planning it for weeks. They had no idea how to get me that new wardrobe when I reached my goal weight.
This was what they worked out.
It’s the best day.
The best day of my life.
I get home and the house is empty. I’m running late and Paul will be here to take me to dinner soon but apart from a quick wash in the sink I’m ready. I don’t want to ruin my new make up and hair. I peer in my bags and I choose a navy dress that wraps over and ties at the side. I put on my stockings and new shoes. It’s better than Christmas, there are bags and bags and bags and I keep opening them.
Then I find one that I haven’t opened yet.
A camel coloured coat that I tried on.
It’s very similar to the one I wore the time that I dumped the kids on him and Lucy when I headed off to France with my sexy French lover Marcel!
When Paul comes to take me out to dinner, I put it on and I tie the belt at the back and I am more glamorous than I ever thought I would be.
A bit like the woman I used to fantasize I was.
‘Gloria,’ Paul says, as we go to head out. ‘I can’t wait till the restaurant, I’ll be too nervous. There’ll be people there and I’d just die if you said “no” to me in public.’ If I did have dark glasses on, as per my old fantasy, I’d whip them off, because I shoot him an incredulous stare. No, it’s not Marcel showering me