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A Big Old Love Story

In the mid-1970s, Nick and I were at school together in a small town in the south-west of England. Nick was my boyfriend Simon’s best mate. We were all the same age, and were a very close-knit little group of friends. Nick was the coolest kid in school. Always immaculately dressed, always had the beautiful blonde girlfriend. A bit of a bad boy, cheeky grin, black leather jacket, curly black hair, Italianate good looks. We used to call him ‘The Fonz’ after a character in a popular TV show of the time. Nick and Simon were inseparable.

Simon, my boyfriend, died, in very tragic circumstances, when we were twenty years old. When things like that happen, it either brings you all closer together, or splits you all up. It split us up. Nick moved to Hawaii to do his PhD; I got married way too young, and we lost touch.

Fast forward forty years, and I’m living in a different town in Somerset, and by complete coincidence, living next door to Nick’s step-mum, Lorna. I was managing the local public library, and Lorna would come in and tell me news about Nick: how he was a big, important Professor of astrophysics, how he worked for NASA, how he had got married, been awarded a Fulbright scholarship and moved to Ireland, got divorced, moved back to the USA. I never bothered to get back in touch with him; after all, he was a high-achiever and I had done nothing with my life, and there was no way he would remember the shy girl from school who wasn’t very bright.

In 2014, Nick’s step-mum passed away, and Nick was over in the UK arranging her funeral; staying in the house next door to mine. I had been separated from my husband for two years at this point, and had been through an extremely difficult time. But I couldn’t let my old school chum disappear back to the United States without letting him know I was thinking of him, so I plucked up my courage and knocked on his door. I had convinced myself he would have absolutely no idea who I was, so was completely taken aback when he cried out in surprise and recognition and gave me a great big bear-hug! The next evening we went out for dinner and caught up on more than thirty years of ‘So what have you done with your entire life, then?’. It turned out that Nick lived in a small desert town in Arizona, and I had stayed in that town for one night the previous year as part of a road trip whilst visiting my son who had studied in California for a time. Nick and I could have passed each other in the street and not recognised one another. ‘Come and visit me in Arizona!’ was the invitation I received, though an air fare was the last thing I could afford. I was just moving out of the marital residence and buying my own house for the first time, and money was tight. But a voice in my head told me never to turn down an invitation, and I scraped together the money for a plane ticket. Nick had said I could stay with him for a couple of weeks, or he could help to pay for a hotel, whichever I preferred. The last thing on my mind was a relationship. I was still trying to piece myself together after a 25-year controlling marriage, and had no thoughts of getting into a relationship with anyone. So, a few months later I was on a long-haul flight for only the second time in my life, for a much-needed holiday in the sunshine. Nick had agreed to meet me at the airport in Phoenix, and as we drove the two hours north to Prescott, he told me a little about his life in the States and how he had been through a difficult year. I had found him to be quite a private person, and wasn’t even sure if he was gay, straight, married or had a partner waiting to greet us at home.

Well, waiting to greet us was the girl with whom Nick had shared his life for the past fifteen years. Her name was Sooty, Nick’s elderly black-and-white cat. Nick and I talked long into the night about our schooldays, our precious friend we had lost, and the paths our lives had taken. We laughed, and cried. I realised then that here was, quite simply, the sweetest, kindest man I had ever met. We are a lifetime older, and have our fair share of grey hair and wrinkles, but I look at him and see the boy I knew forty years ago. Nick Devereux. The Fonz. Nick Devereux from school. Wow.

 

Two years later…after too long apart, we jumped through the final hoop for me to be granted an immigration visa. As I write this I’m looking out over the banks of the creek where we live in northern Arizona, and I wonder if that terrible time we went through as teenagers happened so that, a lifetime later, we could find each other again. Nick and I are getting married next week, just after Valentine’s Day. We may not have a lifetime left to share, but we will treasure every moment.

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2015 in review

People in 21 countries around the world read this blog in 2015 – a huge thank you to you all. Great things to come in 2016 – a new book, new name and a guest appearance at a literary festival to name but a few!!! Thanks to everyone who shared, commented or read my first book – if you would like to leave a review at amazon.co.uk, amazon.com or goodreads.com I would be, as they say, dead chuffed…

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‘Fractured: poems of love and desire’ out now in paperback!

I’m very excited to announce that ‘Fractured: poems of love and desire’ is out now in paperback! The perfect Valentine’s Day gift at just £4.99 or $7.50 with free delivery in the UK on orders over £10.00.

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‘Fractured – poems of love and desire’ now available on Kindle!

Marnie Doble’s first collection of poetry is now available to purchase on Kindle.

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 Fractured – poems of love and desire is the perfect  ‘I love you’ gift for the Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons.

Drawn from a background of extraordinary life experiences, and richly illustrated with artwork from the Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, these are poems which will strike a chord with every reader and touch your heart. Passion, unrequited love, loss and new-found happiness make each piece of writing achingly beautiful and vibrant. Feelings and emotions familiar to us all are encapsulated in this first collection of poetry from prize-winning English writer Marnie Doble.

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Taking Mother for an eye test

The poignancy of taking my 92-year old mother with Alzheimer’s for an eye test:

Optician:              Can you read those letters for me?

Mum:                    V, O, H, A

Optician:              Very good. Now let’s try the other eye. Can you read those letters for me?

Mum:                    Those big letters? It’s a bit dark. The colours make it difficult. F, I…

Me:                        Mum. You’re trying to read the Fire Exit sign…

Seal Jumping

West Hatch wildlife rescue induction: it is, on occasion, OK to jump on a seal. But NOT to try to kiss a cormorant. I feel a book coming on…”