Emma and I by Felicity Fox

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I was on the lookout. Camped out actually. I somehow knew she’d have to break from the crowd. ‘Toilet, everyone needs the loo, some more than others.’  I’ll probably miss her if I go. No, I’ll wait. Glued to her phone like a safe distraction, out she came. Graceful and beyond beautiful. I, ready to pounce. I’m a polite stalker, so I waited till she’d finished conversing. ‘Emma’, ‘Emma’ excuse me? And she turned, peering down at me. Not the day for wearing flats, but I take my role seriously and I was paying homage to Howard’s End, donning my tie and slacks. Oh, I wish this was a level playing field and I had a couple of inches to propel me. ‘Ah, Emma, Howard’s End, Oscars, dresses, Kenneth, Emma, and Nanny McPhee’ knowing so much about her and her, knowing so little about me. So I did what most, I think, in my situation would do, and I shrieked, ‘Nanny McPhee! My kids love you’, and before I could stop myself, I was off. They’re called Paolo and Rocco and they’ve told me to be good or you’d get your magic stick. Not very imaginative. Looking like she’d heard this tale many a time, Her Majesty let me go on.4 and 6, the loves of my life, blah blah blah. What I should have said is, when mine are doing my head in, I stick on Nanny McPhee or any U-rated film, you know! And I can’t remember any of your recent stuff because I’ve not been to the cinema in donkeys, oh, that’s Scottish for ages, you know for fear of my husband getting all touchy feely.But no, I was being quintessentially polite in my best spoken. ‘Can I get a picture?’ Clicking away, they’re going to love the fact that I met you. “That is nice.” ‘And your mother, how brilliant was she?’ Not waiting for answers, ‘ both my grans are 94. I’m going to have a long life. They’ve been through both World Wars.’ “Well, not exactly both World Wars”, Emma interrupted.You know what I mean? Born in 1919, so technically….trailing off. If I was auditioning for friendship or a supporting role, I was failing miserably. Starring took over; she’s just very consuming.Her imperial accent takes on an authority, her stature and our chance meeting, due to my stalking. I just wanted to enjoy this very rare moment. But if she thought, I’d finished I started again. My boys, my boys, my boys….And to think, I could have asked her so much if I could just stop myself from talking. The possibilities. My, me, mine, and it was time to let her go. “You must find something for yourself because one day they will leave you.” Sorry? ”They will grow up and leave you”, piercing my heart. What? “When they grow up, you’ll need to have something for yourself.” ‘Oh, I know! I laughed, choked, feeling wounded. I’m being told to ‘get a life’ by Emma. Who knew I could be so boring? Overawed by the occasion, lines and wit were lost. She’s wrong, of course. I’ve plenty and it includes, amongst other things, a mortgage, an unpaid credit card, a student loan, frames to be made, stories to write, unfinished poems, council tax, insurance, car tax, income tax, 9-5, grannies to visit, football, washing, I’m not going to lie I don’t iron, nor do I cook, tweets to type, updates, and of course, blogs to write.

Emma Thompson

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