“God I’d forgotten how hot it gets here.” I said as we sat on the open, top deck of the sightseeing bus.
“You’ve been here before?” Ed asked
“Yeah I came here five years ago with the girls; and I had to come back, it’s on my bucket list.”
“So why ask me and not the girls?”
I gave a knowing smile.
“Because you’re on my bucket list too.”
Ed looked puzzled.
“How you mean?”
“How d’ya think?” I mocked.
I’d been in love with Ed since our first lecture at uni; he was eighteen and all teenage-angsty, I was older and less so. He thought of me as an older sister, I thought of him constantly. Years had passed since then; they had been kind to Ed, he still looked young and sparkling, I looked older and less so.
“So what else is on this bucket list of yours?” Ed asked as we lay in bed three days later.
“Errm, nothing now; I’ve done it all.”
“Really? You’ve done it ALL?!” Ed laughed.
“Well I’ve done my ALL!”
And I had. In four years and twenty-seven days time I would have been forty; and years ago, before I’d heard the term ‘bucket list’ I had my list of ‘things to do before I’m forty’, they were:
Get a tattoo
Learn to Tango
Go back to Barcelona
Shag Ed Linley
“So there’s nothing else you want to do in life?” Ed asked as he pulled on his Bolton shirt.
“Nope; I can die happy.”
But then it struck me; I’d forgotten something!
“Crap, get married in Vegas; that’s on the list! Can we go and get married?” I pleaded.
“Don’t be daft!”
“Please, it’s on my list of things to do before I die, and three months ago the doctors told me I had three months left, so it’s probably only days now; please, please can we go to Vegas and get married?”