My next topic is Spaghetti Bolognese. When Mirka, one of my adopted UK mums (When you live so far from home you tend to adopt mothers!) gave me the topic, I had to laugh, because there are so many things you can do with spaghetti…
What about that sphaghetti bolognese? J R Manawa.
What exactly happened between midnight and 4am Emmeline was sure she would never know. Nor would she know why she leaning over an iron railing in front of a house in Notting hill and vomiting spaghetti bolognaise all over the lovely rose. Well, to be fair she knew why she was vomiting, but not why it was spaghetti bolognaise.
“when did I eat spaghetti bolognaise?” She asked Gulliver with all the misery of someone about to die.
Gulliver was holding her hair off her face and trying to stay as far away from her as possible.
“Why aren’t you doing this?” She asked him begrudgingly.
“because i didn’t drink as much as you,” he replied, grimacing as she wiped a stray strand of spaghetti from her chin.
“Why?” She asked again.
“To be honest I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Is that blood?!” She asked with shock, trying to look at her elbow.
“Yes, you fell over,”
She took a closer look at her mangled elbow, and then vomited over the roses once more.
“Where’s my jacket?” She asked finally, sort of understanding in the process of thoughts that if her elbow was bloody and exposed then her jacket must be missing.
Gulliver have her a sorrowful look, “I don’t know, Emmy,”
“Where is my phone?”
Gulliver was slower to reply this time, “You threw it at Luke,”
“Yes, you made that pretty clear to him.”
“I did? Good.” She sighed, and spat a few foul tasting, chunky remnants from her mouth.
“Oh Emmy, that’s so, revolting,” he was dry retching in his throat.
“Sorry, Gully,” she said, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. There wasn’t much else she could have done. “Why did Luke come?”
Gulliver shrugged. “He called you, you told him not to come, but you also told him where we were, and he turned up about 2am, pretty shook up so I don’t know what happened with him. I guess we’ll never know though because you told him a few rather colourful things and then threw your phone at him.”
“Oh, cool. Do you have water?” Everything was slowly becoming clearer to her. She realised they were outside Poppy’s house, and that it appeared to have been Poppy’s mothers roses that she had just fertilised several times. “That’s awkward,” she muttered to herself.
At that moment, Thomas came out of the house and shut the door quietly behind him. Emmeline was pleased to see he has a drink bottle in his free hand.
“Took you long enough,” Gulliver said with a grunt as he pulled Emmeline off the fence.
“What is that smell?” Thomas asked, scrunching up his nose.
“Spaghetti bolognaise,” Emmeline told him.
Thomas sighed and shared a look with Gulliver before turning back to Emmeline, “Ugh, ok. Let’s get you home.”
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….foodie or horror…? Haha..! great wee story..
Thank you ^_~ hehe!