Callie's World (6 page)

He's still been off with me. Usually, when
we'd been to a weirdo for an assignment we'd laugh about it in the
car on the way back to the office, but when we came away from the
psychic old woman from Chester, he was quiet. The only thing he
said was that he was going to have to go to the bathroom once we
got back to work so he could wash away the germs and fleas.

Anyway, I'm waffling again. I'm going out
with Scott again tonight. We're going to a restaurant on the
outskirts of Liverpool that Scott claims serves the best lobster.
I've never eaten lobster and so I wouldn't know either way but I'm
looking forward to seeing him again. I can dress up to so I'll wear
my new indigo blue satin dress I got in the sale the other day.
It's knee length so hides my wobbly things while showing off my
slim calves. I will let you know how my date goes when I do my
Monday update, but until then,

Callie signing off

xxx

Hi guys

I had a day off today. The heating broke at
work and it was against health and safety for us to come in as the
bad weather meant we'd freeze to death or something like that. So I
did something I thought I'd never do; I joined my local gym. I've
only just got back. I only went at 4 o'clock though, because I went
back to bed after my boss called with the good news.

I got weighed, poked and prodded at the gym,
which was a little humiliating but it was for my own good because
now they've put together a fitness program for me, which will focus
on my jelly thighs and stomach. You're probably wondering why I'm
suddenly so bothered about my health, right? Well, the other night,
after eating lobster (which I thought was horrible, by the way) we
went back to Scott's house. I felt bloated after my strawberry
cheesecake and four pints of lager and so when Scott's hands moved
to unzip my dress I jumped up like he'd set me alight and told him
I wasn't feeling well and needed to go home. I'm surprised he
didn't dump me. He said he understood that we hadn't known each
other for long and he actually apologized! As soon as I got home I
realized that I had to do something about my weight if I wanted to
feel confident with him. I suppose I've become quite relaxed about
it because men usually don't stick around long enough for me to
worry about sleeping with them, but things seem different with
Scott. I need to shift some pounds and that means cutting out some
of my fave foods too. It is going to be so hard with Christmas just
round the corner but if I can't do it alone my new trainer, Paul,
will make damn sure of it.

I'm thinking about getting a dog, too.
Yesterday, I went to visit Scott at the animal rescue centre and I
fell in love with a little jack Russell puppy called Spud. He's so
cute. He needs to be house trained, though and I haven't got the
time at the moment and it wouldn't be fair so I've asked Scott to
look out for a small house-trained dog that doesn't mind being left
alone while I'm at work.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you...Lila quit
her job. I knew it was too good to be true her actually liking
work. She blamed it on one of the customers. She said he tried to
molest her when she was measuring him for spectacles. I don't know
how he managed this, considering both of them need to be sitting
down when this happens. She told me she went to her supervisor
immediately but she took the man's side and so Lila, being Lila,
grabbed her coat and handbag from the back room and walked out. It
was funny how she did this the day after she'd phoned in for an
application form for next year's X-factor. Anyway, that's all the
news I have for today. I will update you again on Wednesday. Until
then,

Callie signing off

xxx

Hi guys

I'm typing this after being attacked by a
rubbish bin that had just been emptied. It has been so windy the
past few days (that is an understatement, actually - the gusts have
been gale force) but fortunately I'd not had too many problems,
until today. I was driving down the road, minding my own business,
singing along to Maria Carey's Christmas song when I was almost
forced off the road by a black bin that was blown into my car at a
most inopportune moment. It thumped the side of my car so hard it's
left a dent and made me scream like a banshee. I was just glad that
it hit the side of my car and that it hadn't been launched in front
of me causing me to swerve or worse-I could have been killed!
(Let's just say I will be sticking to the speed limit in
future.)

Anyway, that was the bad news. I'm feeling a
little better now that I've had three cups of strong tea with lots
of sugar in it (good for shock apparently). The good news is...
(Drum roll), Scott has asked me to go to his work's Christmas
dinner with him! Nobody has ever asked me to do that before;
probably because most of them have been too ashamed to be seen with
me or something. Isn't that great? He must like me. All his bosses
will be there and everything. We are going to the Lowry in
Manchester. It will be so cool. I even get to wear a formal evening
dress. Just call me "Posh". I can't stop thinking about it. When I
log off I will have to get ready to go out with Nick to a man who
claims to be the real reincarnation of Elvis Presley. I don't think
he is, not because I don't believe in reincarnation (my mind's
still open on that one) but because if Elvis were to come back
again, I'm sure he would pick a more exciting place to live than a
council house in Runcorn. It should be interesting though and will
probably take my mind off the excitement of Scott's party and the
shock of almost being tragically killed by a rubbish bin. I will
tell you all about it on Friday. But until then,

Callie signing off

xxx

Hi guys

Firstly, I just wanted to apologize for not
posting on Friday, as expected. I did try to post several times but
unfortunately blogger didn't want to know and kept sending me
errors. I then tried twitter to try and let peeps know that there
would be no update due to internet problems but twitter didn't work
either! So sorry to anyone who was looking forward to reading about
my exciting life! I will have to tell you all today what I was
going to write yesterday - let's pretend today is Friday!

I went to see reincarnated Elvis, let's call
him Elv. His house was actually quite nice. He'd decorated it with
tinsel and glittery window lights and all the surrounding houses
looked equally festive. Nick knocked on the door and was greeted by
a man with a podgy face with acne; he looked about twenty-six and
he had a big nose and squinty eyes. I know you think I'm probably
being bitchy and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and
everything but I'm a journalist - I have to tell it like it is,
don't I? It turns out that this ugly guy was Elv!

Nick asked him why he
thought he was Elvis and he said that ever since he first
heard
 
Blue
suede shoes
 one morning on the radio
he's been able to sing along to every song even though he hasn't
heard them before. (Which I find hard to believe) and that he knows
all the words even if it is the first time he's heard
it.

Nick's nods and surprised
expression only made the situation worse because Elv went upstairs
to get his karaoke machine and proceeded to sing along (out of
tune) to
 
suspicious minds
. I had a very
suspicious mind, by this time. Two hours we were in that house. My
ears were ringing when we got outside.

I asked him if he thought there was anything
else that made him think he was Elv and I almost choked on my mince
pie (which he'd kindly given to me) when he said some people had
commented on his likeness to the king. I don't know what part of
him looked like Elvis but it certainly wasn't anything I could see.
Nick took some photos anyway and when the article was printed he
did that annoying thing some magazines do where they put two photos
next to each other and put the other person's name under each; so
he'd written Elv (he'd written the guy's real name but I can't
write it her because of data protection) under a photo of Elvis and
Elvis under Elv's photo! We had some complaints from old biddies
who said it was terrible that Elv thought he was Elvis. There were
even some death threats! I mean, steady on girls, it's almost
Christmas - where's your Christmas spirit?

I'm going to end this post now because Scott
is taking me to a nearby pizza restaurant for tea and then we're
going to the Cinema again but we don't know what we're watching
until we get there. It's going to be a chill out Saturday, which I
need after the week I've had. Anyway, take care you guys and until
next time...

Callie signing off

xxx

That’s all from me for now, guys.
If you have enjoyed this book you may
also enjoy other books by Anna Pescardot:

“Always the
Bridesmaid” – a romantic comedy. Nicole is fed up of dating losers
who don’t want to marry so she enlists the help of her zany best
friend, Patsy and together they use cosmic ordering to conjure up a
husband for Nicole. When Nicole’s love life suddenly gets
complicated she starts to think it may not have been such a good
idea after all.

“Old-Fashioned
Romance” – a short romantic story about Becky, a girl who wants an
old-fashioned gentleman who will stare into her eyes during a date
and not at his mobile phone. She starts writing to a man in Ireland
and they arrange to meet up; but does it go to plan?

Getting him back
– dumped before her wedding day Terri tries to get
over her ex, but nothing she does can get him out of her head. She
decides that he is the love of her life and she can’t let him get
away. She decides to befriend his new girlfriend with the hope of
sneaking back into his affections. A tale of lost love and
hope.

You can now follow Anna on Twitter or Facebook. She enjoys
discussing her books with readers who have enjoyed her work. You
can also catch up with Anna at her gossip lounge –
annapescardot.blogspot.com.

If you want to
keep up with Callie’s adventures why not follow her blog;
chicklitsoap.blogspot.com.

Thanks for reading,

Anna x