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Life is about to change forever: When best friends, Tina and Jodie, make a drunken New Year’s Eve vow to change their lives before they hit the big 3 – 0, neither expected to end the year with much more than another hangover…
Twelve months later, Jodie is married and living in Provence – and Tina is exactly where she was a year ago (although now her rent is double). Tina can’t help but feel a little bit left behind, but as Jodie reminds her, she’s not thirty yet, there’s still time to quit her job, start her own literary agency and sign the man of her dreams!
Meanwhile Jodie, although happily married to Ben, is struggling to settle in France. When a stranger knocks on the door with devastating news from the past, her life and everything she believed about it is destroyed.
Here’s how it all began:
NEW YEAR’S EVE FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO
‘I hate New Year’s eve,’ Jodie Saville muttered to her friend Tina Matthews. ‘All the enforced jollity and bonhomie. Nobody believes a word of it. It’s just an excuse to drink too much.’
Tina nodded in agreement. ‘I do swish you a Happy New Year, though. And me of course,’ she gave an involuntarily hic at the end of the sentence. ‘Going to have a headache tomorrow.’
The two of them were standing close together with a crowd of other people in their local park watching fireworks light the night sky.
Tina jumped and uttered a loud groan as an extra loud bang vibrated the air around them. As the crowd uttered the obligatory ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’s’ she said.‘Fireworks are very pretty but do they have to be quite so noisy? That one hurt my head.’
‘We ought to make a new year resolution,’ Jodie said, watching the scarlet shower turn into a spectacular burst of gold sparks. ‘Make this the year we change our lives for the better. That big three oh is getting closer and closer for both of us.’
‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ Tina muttered. ‘Maybe we should do what that bloke on the telly did years ago - Noel somebody. He reckoned he ordered the Cosmos to change his life and it did.’
‘So, whatd’youhavetodo?’ Jodie said, slurring her words together.
‘Dunno really. Think you have to decide what you want and shout it out to space. Bit like positive thinking, only louder and more pre...hic... precise.’
‘Nah,’ Jodie said. ‘We can try but I can’t see it working. Tell you what, if nothing’s changed by the time we hit thirty we’ll jack everything in and . . . and join a nunnery.’
Tina about to hurl the last of her Prosecco down her throat almost chocked. ‘You’ve got to be joking.’
‘Okay,’ Jodie said. ‘How about promising ourselves if we’re still single at thirty, we’ll run away to deepest Wales and become mad women who keep cats.’
‘Alpacas,’ Tina said. ‘I’ve always fancied living in the country and keeping alpacas. Much better than cats. And we can knit bobble hats with their wool.’
‘Whatever,’ Jodie said. ‘You hear that Cosmos?’ She tilted her face up and stared at the star filled sky. ‘You’ve got under two years to change our lives, otherwise we’re off to deepest Wales to live with Alpacas,’ she shouted.
The loudest bang of the evening from the last firework drowned out her words.
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I’m English but I’ve lived in France for the past 18 years. After 11 years down on the Cote d’Azur where Richard was a guardien for a villa, we moved from the Mediterranean coast to a small quirky cottage in Finistere, Brittany. A bit of a culture to say the least!
When I’m not writing I love reading, cooking and having friends around for lunch - lunches that follow the French tradition of lasting for several hours. I’m English but I’ve lived in France for the past 17 years. After 11 years down on the Cote d’Azur where Richard was a guardien for a villa, we moved from the Mediterranean coast to a small quirky cottage in Finistere, Brittany. A bit of a culture shock to say the least! When I’m not writing I love reading, cooking and having friends around for lunch - lunches that follow the French tradition of lasting for several hours.
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