A Day Off.
I'd been giving the day off by Mr. O'Callaghan to search for a house. Emma had flown over for the day as well, leaving Ozzy at her parent's house.
We ended up settling for a lovely little house on St. Michael's Estate, just round the corner from Richmond Park.
After looking the whole day, it was about 6pm before we finally settled on the house so we went out for a bite to eat. We discussed how and when are we going to move all our stuff from England.
"Don't bother." I said. "Just pack your clothes and come over here. I'll get Dad to sort everything else out."
"Are you coming home to pack your stuff or am I going to have to do it for you?" I wasn't quite sure if she was joking or not.
"I would like to babes, I really would. But, I've got a new signing coming in tomorrow. He's flying in from Spain. I've had Cyril Walsh over there all week trying to agree terms with him."
"Fine," she said, continuing to eat, "I'll pack everything myself."
We continued to eat in silence. I drove her back to the airport and tried to make idle chat but Emma wasn't having any of it. Finally, just before she boarded, I broke down that stubborn woman with the words that all woman love to hear. She kissed me and said it back.
As I left the terminal, I laughed out loud and said to myself, "I've still got it."
When I arrived home, John was tidying up his dinner things. Smelt like Spaghetti Bolognese.
"Hey Johnno. Good news." I said, walking into the kitchen. "Emma and I found a place in Dublin, so you don't have to put up with me anymore."
John didn't seem to happy about that. In fact he looked like he was gonna cry.
"You okay mate?" I asked with earnest.
"I don't want you to leave Ru." John said, still looking down into the sink. "This past fortnight has been wonderful. I think I'm falling in love with you."
That threw me back. But the irratic laughing made me realise that John was merely messing around.
"Hahaha! The look on your face." He said, still laughing. "As if I'd be into you mate. It's great news that you're leaving. I get my place back to myself."
"Ha, you're funny." I said. "Talk about putting me in an awkward position. Fool."
John laughed a bit more and walked over to the fridge, where he pulled out two bottles of beer. "Come on mate let's celebrate."
"Sorry mate," I said, shaking my head, "I've gotta go to the ground tomorrow. I've got a new signing coming in."
"Okay mate." As John walked past he winked, went into a histerical laugh and sat down in front of the TV.
"You're an idiot." I shouted as I went through to bed.
As I got changed for bed, John came bursting into the room.
"Look, I know you're pratting about, but this is taking it too far mate."
I looked at his face. This wasn't no joke. He was deadly serious. He had the phone in his hand. Without saying a word, he passed it to me and walked out of the room.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Stephen, it's Lesley." Emma's mother was on the phone.
"Hey, what's up."
"It's Emma. There was a plane accident..." She paused, I could hear her sobbing. "...she's injured. She's in a coma." | 
