‘That is a regret that sometimes is and sometimes isn’t,’ explained Mrs Elm, again somehow reading her mind. ‘There are a few of those.’
From the age of 34 onwards, in the longest chapter at the end of the book, there were a lot of Dan-specific regrets.
These were quite strong and bold, and played in her head like an ongoing fortissimo chord in a Haydn concerto.
I regret being cruel to Dan.’ ‘I regret breaking up with Dan.’ ‘I regret not living in a country pub with Dan.
As she stared down at the pages, she thought now of the man she had so nearly married.
Regret Overload
She’d met Dan while living with Izzy in Tooting. Big smile, short beard.
Visually, a TV vet. Fun, curious. He drank quite a bit, but always seemed immune to hangovers.
He had studied Art History and put his in-depth knowledge of Rubens and Tintoretto
to incredible use by becoming head of PR for a brand of protein flapjacks.
He did, however, have a dream. And his dream was to run a pub in the countryside.
A dream he wanted to share with her. With Nora. And she got carried away with his enthusiasm.
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