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silence.
    "Erm, in a
nutshell, y-yes," I stammered. It did sound kind of random,
hearing it said out loud.
    "You need to
answer a few things for me."
    "Okay." All
eyes were on me.
    "What the hell do
you think you are doing?"
    I cleared my throat.
"Well, I realised yesterday that I needed to get back some joie
de vivre , and unfortunately it took my boyfriend’s infidelity
to show me that. Then I went for a walk and asked for a sign, and,
Jane Austen spoke to me from the grave telling me to seize the day
and then Tink and I got drunk and I decided that a change of scenery
was exactly what I needed.”
    My father shook his
head in disbelief. "I've have never heard anything so feckin'
stupid in all my life!"
    "I second that
motion!" piped up my mother dryly, with her arms crossed firmly
across her chest.
    That’s it!
    "Whether you like
it or not, I am doing it, so you have five months to come to terms
with it. That may sound harsh, but I want to do this, and I’m old
enough and stupid enough to go through with it!"
    I walked to each of my
parents and kissed each of them on the cheek, and made my way out of
the house feeling like Xena Warrior Princess at standing up to my
somewhat over-protective elders. I was sure they would come around in
time – but until then, I headed back to my favourite fairy. It was
time for another drink!
    * * *
    To say the following
months were a blur would be an understatement. Dorothy in the tornado
on her road to Oz had more structure and organisation than I did.
Tink, on the other hand, was as cool as a cucumber. Having years ago
been left a hefty inheritance by his eccentric and fabulously wealthy
artist uncle, he had no reason to work.
    However, Tink being
Tink felt that not working would be to deprive the world of his
unrivalled social skills, so for years had held gainful employment as
a waiter in our local Italian restaurant, to enhance his verbal and,
most importantly, flirting communication. Tink loved nothing more
than feeding his espresso addiction while chatting to anyone and
everyone about anything and everything. Coincidentally, Mario, the
owner of the Italian restaurant where Tink currently worked, just so
happened to have an friend in Calgary who was more than happy to
organise a similar job for him there.
    Luckily for Tink, and
due to his healthy bank balance, his visa to Canada was accepted
immediately. I, on the other hand, had several things to sort out.
    I handed in my
resignation at work and although it was sad to leave such an amazing
team behind, I was excited for the future. My boss, Maureen, had seen
a job on an online educational site that she thought I would be
perfect for and after a particularly horrific Skype interview and a
few tense days wait, I was offered the 'Social Science' Head of
Department position at 'The Calgary School of Excellence.'
    So, I was in the final
stages of tying up my Newcastle life. My apartment was handed to
Nathan the dick who had quickly moved in his new blonde bint – not
that I was bitter or anything! I had a new job in place and all the
visa paperwork had come through successfully, so my fairy and I were
all systems go!
    My parents, as
predicted, slowly came round to the idea. Of course I had to convince
them on more than one occasion that black bears could not stealthily
sneak in through bedroom windows on the top floor of apartment
complexes. Within a couple of months they had stopped threatening to
chain themselves to the airport runaway to stop the plane from taking
off and all plans to call in hoax bomb scares were put on hold
indefinitely - I saw this as progress.
    * * *
    Tink and I arrived at
Calgary International airport on July first – Canada Day – after
a nine hour aeroplane ride which was made particularly uncomfortable
by a moaning Tink who had bitched non-stop about the fact that his
bubble-gum pink chaps were chaffing his member on the cheap polyester
seats. Yep, chaps. My dad – in all his wisdom, and potentially