Winter's Fairytale

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‘Yes,’ came the reply from behind the now closed bedroom door.

‘But it’s feet deep in snow! You’ll break your bloody neck!’

There was no reply. A few minutes later, Rob appeared wearing running leggings, thankfully with shorts over them. Lovely as any man in good shape looks, running leggings are not a good look. He was zipping up a breathable jacket and a hat was pulled down over his ears. He finished lacing his shoes then pulled on his gloves. All the time I was stood just watching. I knew this was something to do with me, and I didn’t like it.

‘Rob, this is ridiculous.’

‘What is?’

‘You, doing this.’

‘Izz, I go running most weekends.’

‘Yes, but five minutes ago, you weren’t going. Then we go have Cardi-Gate and the next minute you’re heading out in several feet of snow for a run.’

‘It’s nothing to do with that, Izzy. Really. Yes, I feel bad that I ruined your top. But as you said, it’s just a jumper, so I’ll replace it, and we’ll be all square. This? This is just about me feeling like going for a run.’

I didn’t believe it for a moment. And he knew I didn’t. We both knew that the jumper wasn’t just a jumper either and it was all raging out of control, and yet neither of us were prepared to say anything, just pretending everything was all absolutely fine. When clearly it wasn’t. I was upset and pretending I wasn’t. He was upset that I was upset but pretending that he didn’t know I was upset, so that we could both go on with this ridiculous charade. This was exactly why I should have gone to a hotel last night. Complications like this don’t happen at hotels. Yes, they might still have shrunk my cardigan but I could have happily yelled at them and asked them why they didn’t read the labels. Rob, on the other hand, I couldn’t even begin to be angry with because he’d just been trying to be helpful and had done so much to make the evening relaxed and pleasant. Oh God! Why hadn’t I just stood my ground and gone to a hotel!

Rob’s movements brought me back out of my trance. ‘Rob, really. This is just silly. Look at it out there!’ I pointed to the window where the snow was coming down again. ‘You’ll freeze!’

‘Thermals,’ was all he said.

I didn’t have a reply for that one.

‘Rob, please. Come on, it’s horrid out there.’

‘Izzy, stop worrying. I’ve been out in far worse conditions than this on manoeuvres in the past.’ He turned to fish his keys out of the bowl on the side.

‘Yes, but that was only because there was someone telling you you had to go! Probably someone quite short and shouty!’

Rob looked at me meaningfully but said nothing.

I threw my head back. ‘Argh! You’re impossible!’

‘Not the first time that’s been said.’ he replied, pulling open the door.

‘Apparently, you haven’t improved.’

‘Doesn’t look like it.’ he agreed, ‘See you in a bit.’ With that, he closed the door behind him and left me in the silence of the flat.

I felt a little better after a shower and hair wash but not a lot. Rob still wasn’t back and my mind kept racing off into scenarios where he was spread eagled on the pavement with his limbs pointing in positions that they really shouldn’t. I needed to focus my mind. I stepped into my dress and pulled on the socks that Rob had lent me last night instead of the lace topped stockings I’d had on in the day. Which also would have been in the washing machine. Oh flip. Oh well. He’d seen it all now. I was mostly warm but without my cardi, my arms were definitely on the chilly side. Wandering out into the main area, I noticed some laundry folded next to the dryer. Nosing through it, I found a Help For Heroes sweatshirt. Unfolding it, I pulled it over my head and waited for it to settle under my bum. Heading over to where I’d spread out my work this morning, I sat down gently on my cushion and began looking at the drawings.

An hour later I was just putting the last finishing strokes of colour to a design when I heard a key turn in the lock. I pushed myself up from where I had sprawled and watched as Rob walked through the door. His nose was shining as red and bright as the festive lights at Covent Garden Apple Market and he was rubbing his hands together in an effort to boost circulation.

‘Good run?’ I asked.

‘Yep.’ he replied, bending down to undo his laces.

‘How many times did you fall?’

‘Just the once.’

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yep.’

I shook my head and got up, padding across to where he was still bent over fighting with his laces. I watched for a second before bending down to the same level. I could see his frozen hands were struggling with the soaking laces.

‘Here.’ I pushed his hands out of the way.

‘No, it’s fine. Really, I can–’ He attempted to move my hands.

I didn’t reply. Just pushed his own back out of the way again and slid down on the floor so that my feet were either side of my hips. He’d made a right mess of the ties and I peered at them, before focussing in on the right end to start with.

Rob leant back and sat his bum on the floor, finally accepting he wasn’t going to win this one.

‘How do you even sit like that?’ he asked after a moment, a hint of amusement in his voice.

‘It’s comfy.’ I replied, concentration creasing my face, ‘I’m really quite bendy.’

‘Good to know.’ He laughed, softly.

I pulled a lace and it came free! ‘Ta dah!’

Rob pulled the other one, and I could see his hands were turning a bit more of a normal colour.

‘Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome.’

He quickly pushed himself up from the floor and held down a hand for me to grab on to. I did so and was propelled upward into a standing position far quicker than I expected.

‘Ooh!’ I wobbled, ‘Headrush.’

‘Sorry,’ Rob was apologetic as he steadied me, ‘I’m used to heaving blokes up off the rugby field. You’re a bit lighter.’

I acknowledged the likelihood of that.

‘I’m going to take a shower. I picked up some lunch on the way back.’

‘Ok. Yes, go and warm up, for goodness’ sake. I’ll make us some drinks.’

I was just dishing up the soup and warm bread Rob had brought back with him when he walked back into the kitchen. He was dressed in a pair of well-worn cargo trousers with a loose t-shirt over the top. Rummaging in the same laundry pile I’d gone through earlier, he pulled out a hoody and slipped it on. He took the dishes, put them in place on the breakfast bar, and turned to take the plate of bread.

‘I like this look.’ he said, smiling at the, admittedly eclectic, style I’d ended up with today.