It’s a funny old world isn’t it. I just met my elderly neighbour June Byrne down the butchers and guess what? She’s engaged. ‘I met him on the cruise’ she said. ‘We’re getting married next month’. She must be hitting seventy. I thought she was well past all that romantic stuff. June was more suited to knitting and bingo than going on Mediterranean cruises. ‘Life is too short to hang around love’ she said. She’d gone off on a month long cruise on her own.  Who ever heard of an almost seventy-year-old going on a cruise alone? I was just jealous of course. She was footloose and fancy free, could do as she liked with no one to answer to but we all still had husbands and there’s no way they would have let us off on a cruise on our own.

She bought a completely new wardrobe before she left…None of that Dunne’s or Penney’s shite either.  It was House of Frazer and Monsoon all the way. She went for a makeover in that new salon in town too and Rita Maher said she heard she had a few shots of Botox while she was at it. Ritas neice, Charmaine works in the salon and told her. I knew she was looking very fresh and unwrinkled when I met her down the butchers afterwards. I must admit though, she did look fabulous. Gone were the Nora Batty tights and bobbly cardigans and in their place were Donna Karan and Jimmy Choo.

She must have won the lotto and didn’t tell anyone. It wasn’t the Bingo anyway because I know for a fact she hasn’t had a full house since before Johnner died, and that was five years ago. Even then, she only got a hundred and fifty euro because she’d to share with three other people.

Now here she was …new look, new life, new man. Fair play to her. She’s been on her own too long. After Johnner passed away, she only had the two boys to look after but they headed off to college a few years later and now both of them lived abroad. One in Australia, the other one in Madrid. She was alone for so long, no one ever imagined she’d be with another man. Her and Johnner had been married for over thirty years and were inseparable. Then out of the blue, off she goes on a cruise and comes back with an Italian stallion.

Good woman June…now that’s what I call bringing back a souvenir.

About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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