Mavis's Grand Day Out (Draft 2)

Mavis’s Grand Day Out

Mavis’s Grand Day Out

Mavis started her day in the most ordinary of fashions. Peering through the high windows of the cafe which she frequented, Mavis observed as the tide washed out.

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On any given day, around 09.56am, you could find a plump of ducks swarmed around one solitary piece of toast, floating near the river bank.

Mavis enjoyed the stroll from the cafe to the river, and thought to herself that, “if ducks should eat bread”, as they most certainly did, but should not, “then perhaps they would delight at the idea of toast: what a treat.”

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Mavis was fond of Gulls, despite their tendencies to snatch away whatever seaside fancy she had indulged upon that day. Their favourites, she had noted, were chips. The kind which would be saturated in salt and dripping with sauces. These, they would approach with the audacity of a vulture upon the sight of a rotting corpse. “It is strange”, Mavis pondered, “to compare the likeness of one bird to another”.

Mavis always had chips to spare. Thomas preferred to keep a safe distance.

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Mavis had been married once before the meeting of Thomas. Of course, in her youth Mavis wasn’t quite the ideal wife.

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She preferred not to associate with people of her own gender. The majority of which had lives orientated around child rearing.

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Mavis grimaced at the idea, and the practicality, of a crying child.

Until the vanishing of Mavis’s first husband, of whom doesn’t merit naming, Mavis couldn’t stomach the idea of what dismal a child could bring to her life.

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Mavis’s mother had been ecstatic upon hearing the news, not that anybody could tell. She was a woman of stern expression, which in no way reflected upon her compassion.

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She had been the kind of mother to Mavis which Mavis herself never expected to be. It was often during her pregnancy that Mavis wondered what her mother had been like in her youth.

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Thomas liked children, and with almost the same spirit he liked dogs.

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Mavis, upon the arrival of Patrick, began to wonder if he would grow to enjoy the seaside such as she did. Mavis wondered if living in a seaside town would skew his impression upon it.

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Patrick did not like Seagulls, nor did he like many kinds of winged creatures.

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By the eleventh hour, Mavis could see no point in further tending to the appetites of ducks. It was a short walk to the canal, and approximately the time when the tourist boats would sail past.

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Patrick had always had an air cynicism about him. He was destructive, and self-destructive. Each job he held shorter than the last. He had tried his hand in almost all professions, usually taking on at least three at a time. He did however, like Mavis, enjoy the observation of people. In particular, tourists.

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It wasn’t that Mavis didn’t like tourists. In fact, She’d even go as far to label herself as an avid tourist, and Thomas certainly was. Mavis did however like to set herself aside from the tourists, as some kind of superior, more insightful, tourist per se. The best time to observe tourists of course, was the holidays.

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Tourists tended to flock overrated holiday destinations around during Christmas, or the new year, similarly to how the Gull seized chips, with he mannerisms of vultures. It isn’t too surprising that Mavis should be also drawn to such an event.

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Thomas much preferred participating, rather than observing. He was more approachable than Mavis, and easily able to make friends. When presented with the opportunity to try his hand at capoeira, or as Mavis had read, the Brazilian dance of war. Mavis opted to watch.

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It was noon, and Thomas had been waiting for Mavis for uncertain amount of time. Certain enough though, Mavis was late. She had gotten lost in thought whilst contemplating the activities of strangers passing by the canal. Thomas had a remarkable amount of patience.

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“Today”, thought Mavis upon approaching Thomas, “Shall be a grand day indeed”. Mavis held value in Thomas’s temperament, but more so Mavis marvelled over the prospects for the day, for today was the day that she should see a man about a bird.

Mavis was overly font of parrots, and today, she should take one home. It had been the same man whose father, in years past, had indulged in one of Thomas’s extravagant displays of affection.

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Some years ago, Mavis recounted, Thomas had persuaded after much pursuit a good friend of his to lend them his summer home for a considerable amount of time. Paris, however, belonged to the city man, and the city dog.

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Mavis adored pink, that was somewhat redeeming. She would have much preferred Southern France. Paris, Mavis thought, hadn’t quite enough beaches.

Mavis and Thomas returned year after year, reveling in the good nature of the homeowner. It was Thomas’s suggestion that it would be an awful shame to enjoy such fortune without the company of a child to delight in. It was from then on that the grandchildren should summer in Paris.

‘Then’ being 1974 to be precise, as Mavis always was.

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Visiting the sites, one of Thomas’s favourite pastimes, become quite tiresome when repeated.

“It would be absurd”, thought Mavis, “To expect one to admire such nonpareils without the company of an Embassy.”

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Mavis’s Grand Day Out Lisa Richards IN COLLABORATION WITH Jasmine Kate 7, 29 Glenmark Thomas Adams 9, 27, 33, 47 Jonathan Sparkman 11, 23 Teresa Adams 13, 35 Yasmin Carter 15 Dora Williams 17, 19, 25 Tracy Spiers 21, 45 Jamie Schofield 31 Simon Hargreaves 37 Emma Yorke 39, 41 Adriano Ribeiro 43