I have always tried to do the Christmas decorations on December first and this year (2018) it fell on a Saturday, I spent the morning with my sister taking my niece, Sophie, and her children to their swimming lessons and after burgers at the pools cafΓ© I dropped them at home then back to mine to spend four hours decorating to the sounds of several Christmas CD's.
6pm and I felt great, really great as I planned dinner. I felt Christmassy as I made plans but suddenly I had this sudden feeling of loneliness when it dawned on me, it would be my first Christmas without a girlfriend since... since I was about fourteen.
"Time for a visit to Angie." I said out loud to myself.
"Hiya." I said in a very cheery voice into the phone.
"Hello Babe." Came back the despondent reply.
"Is this a bad time?"
"Unbelievably bad."
"OK, I'll call back tomorrow."
"I can talk but I may need to cut you short."
"What's the matter?"
I heard lots of background chatter and crying, through the tears: "There's been a fire."
I jumped to attention, "Where? Are you ok and Freddy?"
"Yeah we're OK but I'm not allowed in the flat, I don't know how bad it is. None of us do."
"What happened?"
"I was out and when I got home..." The sniffles had turned into proper tears."
"Where are you now?"
"Oh at the college."
"College?"
"Yes college. Hold on." Angie spoke to someone for a few moments. "Still there?"
"Yeah."
"They've put us up here for tonight, it looks like it's going to be mattresses on the floor."
"Can I do anything?"
Sigh, "No I don't think so, hold on, I've got to go Babe, speak soon."
The phone went dead.
I sat there across the room from a six feet tree and several sets of lights around the room with a silent phone held to my ear for a while in deep thought.
It occurred to me while driving to Newton Aycliffe that I don't know where the college is but I guessed it couldn't be too far from where Angie lives.
Sadly I could see the block of flats from the adjacent road and it looks like there is nothing of it left to salvage, all of the second and third floor windows were completely gone and a chunk of the roof had collapsed above Angies flat. I stopped the car and asked some onlookers for the location of the college...
It was heaving with people and I had a problem trying to locate Angie and Freddy as I had no idea of her surname, however we did eventually meet in a classroom containing twelve mattresses and 4 cardboard babies cots. The look of despair on her face was awful and it only half-heartedly altered when she saw me.
During the twenty minutes or so we chatted for she must have told me four or five times there was nothing I could do to help, but when I went to find a toilet I spoke to one of the emergency planning staff and found they would be very pleased if I could take Angie and Freddy away. I gave him my name, address, phone and email details then returned to the classroom to tell Angie I was taking her home with me. She protested mildly but didn't put up any fight, it took only a few moments to collect her couple of bits together and we left, I gave her my address and she followed me towards home.
As we passed Northgate bedding centre it occurred to me we would need a cot for Freddy and stopped there. We purchased a cot, mattress and all the bedding before completing the drive home. I parked the car on the lawn to leave the drive clear for Angie and let the three of us into my home.
"Oh this is pretty,"
I put Freddy's seat down on the floor and switched on the Christmas lights,
"Oh goodness, this makes my little tree look silly. Thank you for this Terry." Angie snuggled into my chest, "You really didn't have to you know."
"I couldn't leave you there when I've got space for you here. Make yourself at home. Have a look around while I bring the cot in."
"Thanks."
I dumped all of the boxes and bags in the hall, took the big box upstairs and built the cot in the room I call my office, actually it was only four bolts and it stood securely. The mattress was next after removing the polyethelene bag then followed with the rest of the bedding.
Just as I'd finished Angie came in the room carrying a fed, changed and sleepy Freddy and she placed him in the cot. We stood there with a hand on each others waist looking down as Freddy yawned and went straight off to sleep.
"Thanks Terry."
"Stop saying thanks." I pulled against and shook her waist, "You're welcome Angie."
"There's coffee downstairs," she shook my waist, "Hey your kitchen is OK."
"Huh?"
"You once said you ought to get me in to make your kitchen like mine."
"Huh? Oh yeah," I smiled as I thought back to that second visit, "I remember."
"I'm going to have to go clothes shopping tomorrow if that's OK."
"'course."
"But first I need the toilet."
We met downstairs for the coffee.
"I think I need something stronger, how about you?" holding up a bottle of Irish whisky.
Her sharp intake of breath was loud, "I'd better not," she patted her breast, "no best not."
"Why's that?"
She laughed for the first time that day, "We don't want to get poor Freddy drunk, do we?"
"Really, is that what happens?"
"Yeah, pretty much everything goes straight through to the milk."
"I wouldn't have thought of that... but I suppose it makes sense."
I poured some whisky into my coffee.
"Come. Sit down. Make yourself at home."
"I can't thank..."
I stopped her. "Stop thanking me Angie. Seriously though this may be fairly long term while the flats are repaired and we need to sort arrangements."
She patted the seat beside her, "I hope this is a sofa bed. I don't see another bed."
"It is but to be honest it's not that comfy. You are very welcome to share my bed," I kissed her hair, "I'd love that. And it's next door to Freddy."
Angie held my upper arm and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'll go with the sofa if you don't mind and go looking for somewhere on Monday."
"Let's talk about this later, next thing I need to do is make some dinner, I'm starving." I checked the clock. "That's not too bad it's only just gone eight. Have you eaten?"
"I had a bit of cake at four. Have you got food in, I can phone out."