The Cornish Affair by Lockington Laura

Author:Lockington, Laura [Lockington, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endeavour Press Ltd.
Published: 2014-01-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Here’s a tip top tiperoo for you. Never lose your temper whilst being interviewed on TV. Oh yes, and it does help somewhat if you’ve brushed your hair and put lipstick on, or, even looked in a mirror over the past two days beforehand.

It was mortifying.

My father’s inherited bad temper had never come out at such an ill opportune moment. I started off being surly, and then the sight of Judith walking alone, back to her cottage surfaced.

“… and as for a great community spirit here, let me tell you, I have just a seen a lonely woman, whose husband is still missing at sea walk home by herself, with her neighbours hardly acknowledging her, so don’t talk to me about community spirit, because at the moment there isn’t one. All we do here, we have to do for ourselves. I’ve seen no help at all from anyone who isn’t directly affected by this storm. Our hard working bakers shop is ruined, and there won’t be anything like the money needed to restore it, half the trees are gone on the hill, and I can bet my bottom dollar they won’t be replanted. Mrs Rampersauds house is badly damaged, the drainage system has packed up and the cliff is probably unsafe.”

I was on a roll now, and didn’t know how to stop. I saw that the instantly recognisable Sarah whatever her name is, was staring aghast at me.

“Another thing is we have no economy here… we rely on tourists who buy mermaid eggs and the odd pasty…So if you think we’re one jolly little community struggling against the odds, think again! It also doesn’t help having you lot swooping around the sky in your bloody helicopters, every time we hear one we think it’s an air ambulance and that someone else is hurt.”

I could feel my lips curling in a snarl, and thought I’d better calm down before I got high blood pressure.

“So naff off and leave us alone! This is a heart breaking time for Port Charles, and we haven’t invited onlookers!”

I pushed my way rudely past her, and the cameraman, and went stomping upstairs. I caught sight of Sam’s astonished face as I went past the bar.

I needed to calm down, and went and locked myself in Sam’s bathroom. Thank goodness the power was back, at least. I poured a hot bath and lay in it, soaking up the calming heat.

Stupid bloody woman. How on earth did Oliver stand all that nonsense? I sank under the hot water, rubbing shampoo out of my hair.

Had I really said naff off? Who did I think I was, Princess Anne? Oh god… still, at least it wouldn’t be shown. I had been far too bad tempered and negative – not great at all.

I reluctantly stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around me. I simply couldn’t face putting my wet and dirty clothes back on, so clutching the towel to me I went into the function room to rummage about my bag for a clean pair of jeans and a sweat shirt.

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