Big Night Out
Wishing Carefully
Be careful what you wish for, they say. So when Siobhan came back from Australia with an Aboriginal dreaming bowl and invited us all to place a wish in it, I'm ashamed to say I wished for a fairy tale romance. It wasn't the kind of thing I would normally do but I was a bit wounded at the time. Even while I was folding up the note to put in the bowl, I hated Mark for turning me into the sort of person who made such pathetic wishes.
Naturally enough, I told everyone that I'd wished for peace in the Middle East. The only person I told the truth to was Siobhan - who confessed that she already knew, that after everyone had left she'd unfolded the notes and read them all. She was quick to reassure me that I wasn't alone; the person who'd claimed he'd wished for his mother's arthritis to improve had in fact wished for a silver SL320 Merc with many optional extras, including heated leather seats and a CD player.
"It's just a bit of fun," Siobhan said, but I was keen to have faith in the future, and hoped it would come true- and in a way it did...