Weekend

Scottish man calls and says he was sick and not coming to Oxford. I am horrified that it could be lie in manner of typical man so hope that he is not in arms of another woman. The emotional frustration actually gave me energy and I went to the gym early on Saturday morning - concept previously unheard of.

On the way back from the gym at 10.00am Saturday morning I got a text from CAG. ‘Can you please spare some time for me I am so depressed‘ it says. I went to her house which was actually good because I did not have to go home and risk bumping into Jake. I let myself into her apartment which is around the corner from big flash house. She is drinking a beer, has a Yankees sweater and cap on and is wearing NO MAKEUP. ‘Pull yourself together’ I say hysterically ‘oh my god I can’t LOOK at you put something on your face!’ I make gagging sounds and cover my eyes until she eventually goes into her bathroom and makes a slight effort with her appearance.

‘What are you depressed for?’ I say. ‘My life ‘she says, swigging her beer. She seems a little bit disorientated. I ask her how long she has been drinking as its still morning and she says ‘oh this is my first beer I just took these sleeping pills last night and woke up holding some candy and a banana and I don’t really know where I got them from.’ ‘Cra-zy.’ I think. But also is cool and I imagine she is taking Vicadin in manner or Dr House.

‘You know what I want, I wanna bake a fucking CAKE man’ she says. ‘I want some microwave Cake mix’. ‘We don’t do that in this Country’ I say ’I will help you bake a cake from scratch’. She loses interest and drinks more so I drag her up the road to my house. She moans and swears loudly all the way there.

I keep my baking cupboard full at all times in case I ever allow myself to bake a cake and then eat it. I took out all the ingredients for a simple Nigella Chocolate Loaf and the recipe. I tell her to do exactly what recipe says. I leave her in the kitchen and she suddenly goes quiet and starts to concentrate. It was like getting a baby off to sleep when you have been up with it for hours. I left her alone and did some homework. I checked on her periodically and she was happily weighing and measuring flour and chocolate. Finally the chocolate cake was made. At lunchtime Jake came home and CAG and I had also whipped up some pasta and started a bottle of Merlot. We had taken the cake, pasta, and Merlot outside and we were sitting on the balcony overlooking the river toasting ourselves. CAG dropped her dish of pasta, and one glass, but we were not deterred. Then she announced she wanted to get stoned. I don’t love drugs but I think its quite rock and roll when other people do it as long as I don’t have to. Five minutes later her ‘dealer’ arrived at our house, walking right through the house to deliver it to her on the balcony personally. Jake stormed out onto the balcony and gave us a long lecture about allowing criminals to walk through our house when he is a lawyer. He was not however above helping CAG smoke her new drugs though.

Today I have had half a bottle of wine, Chocolate Cake, pasta, gone to the gym and then finish the icing out of the bowl after CAG and Jake fell asleep on the sofas. Oh and weigh self and am back to 64kgs.