‘What kind of name is Mrs Nolan?’ demanded Megan. She was supposed to be running a check on debtors older than a month.
‘Who’s this Mrs Nolan?’ Megan asked suspiciously, looking up from her computer where she had been playing Solitaire.
The rest of us will have to pay more if you don’t come.’ ‘You can’t back out now!’ thundered Meredia. ‘I’m not sure that I can afford it,’ I said nervously. So when Meredia reminded me that I’d committed myself to paying some woman thirty pounds so that she could tell me that I would travel over water and that I was quite psychic myself, I realised that I’d be going without lunch for two weeks. But I think the idea was that I’d be so rejuvenated and energised and uplifted that I wouldn’t care. Although I had just been paid, my bank account was a post-holocaust, corpse-strewn wasteland because the day I’d been paid I’d spent a fortune on aromatherapy oils that had promised to rejuvenate and energise and uplift me.Īnd bankrupt me, except it didn’t say that on the packaging. Especially when they got to the bit where they told me that the man of my dreams was just around the next corner, that part was always hilarious.īut I was skint. On the contrary – it was usually a bit of a laugh. Not because I had any objections to having my fortune told. ‘Balls,’ I whispered, because that was just what I had been about to do. She slapped her hand down on her desk and warned, ‘Don’t even think of trying to tell me that you’re not coming.’ ‘You’ve forgotten,’ accused Meredia, her fat face aquiver. When Meredia reminded me that the four of us from the office were due to visit a fortune-teller the following Monday, my stomach lurched slightly with shock.
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