Here’s Roxy’s latest diary entry. Roxy is a thirty something, single mother, looking for her Prince Charming.
She has four kids (Matilda, 18, Harry, 12, Toby 10 & Hope 18 months), works in her mother’s coffee shop and has some wobbly bits on her hips and thighs, which no diet can get rid of.
Last week Roxy finally heard from Hugo Rocco, music producer and talent competition judge.
She’s currently in a relationship with Tom, a Welsh farmer.
Here is today’s diary entry:
Mystic Clive, my favourite astrologer has tweeted today’s horoscope. I can’t believe he knows what’s going on in my life.
His tweet reads, ‘Gemini – try to relax. Life is going to put a few obstacles in your way today, but you must focus on the big event taking place tomorrow.’
When it comes to astrology and fortune-telling Mystic Clive is on top of his game.
How does he know today is the day before my meeting with Hugo Rocco?
How does he know I am on the verge of a life changing record deal?
Mystic Clive knows my life is always putting obstacles in my way. I often tweet about my daily challenges. He knows I need to stay focused on tomorrow, no matter what occurs today.
I think Mystic Clive might be magical.
CrazyButFluffyCarol123 (also a Gemini) has tweeted back to say Mystic Clive is right as her ingrown toe nail operation is tomorrow. She needs to stay focused.
Spend a few seconds thanking God for Mystic Clive. Ignore little voice at the back of my mind, which says Mystic Clive only has a following of 17 on Twitter, CrazyButFluffyCarol123 and I are his only Gemini followers and my tweets over the last few days have mainly been about a big meeting tomorrow, whilst CrazyButFluffyCarol123 has been busy tweeting about her #toenailgonenuts and #bigtoeoperationonmonday.
Ignore the idea that Mystic Clive might not be so magical. Keep hold of belief.
Small family crisis. Great Aunt Vera is being questioned by police over a suspicious murder at the nursing home.
Mystic Clive was right about life obstacles today.
Tom is driving my mother, Matilda and I to the local police station.
“I can’t believe your 92-year-old Great Aunt Vera would murder someone,” says Tom, casting me a concerned look. “She looks so sweet.”
My mother, Matilda and I all look away and find things on the window to focus on.
“Who was the lady who died?” Matilda asks after a long silence.
“Alma Rogers,” says my mother.
Matilda stares at my mother across the back seat. “Alma, as in Alma who asked the nursing home owner to take down Great Aunt Vera’s pin-up poster of Philip Schofield?”
My mother stares down at her hands. “Yes.”
“Does Great Aunt Vera like Philip Schofield?” Tom is looking at me for an answer.
“She’s obsessed with him, Tom,” explains Matilda. “He’s her heart-throb.”
Tom turns his attention back to the road.
“If I remember Alma also finished off all of Great Aunt Vera’s biscuit selection box last Christmas,” whispers Matilda to my mother.
“They are not reasons to murder someone,” says Tom, shaking his head. “Great Aunt Vera has not got a history of violence – has she?”
My mother, Matilda and I once again find things to stare at on the car windows.
“The last thing you need right now, Roxy, being on the edge of fame, is the press digging into Vera’s past,” says my mother, tapping me on the shoulder. “Although I think every famous person needs a murky family history.”
“What do you mean by murky?” Tom asks, before swinging the car into the police station car park.
“Leave it, Tom,” urges Matilda. “Great Aunt Vera’s past is not something you want to delve into.”
Ignore Tom’s frightened glance and curse Mystic Clive for even suggesting that there might be life obstacles.
Great Aunt Vera has been released, but might have to go back for more questioning once the toxicology reports are back.
The sun has come out and is cheering us all up. We are stood round Great Aunt Vera in her wheelchair, in the car park, at the police station.
“What did you say?” My mother strokes Great Aunt Vera’s grey hair.
“I told them Alma should not have taken Philip’s poster down,” croaks Great Aunt Vera.
Matilda bends down to Great Aunt Vera. “Do you think saying that was wise?”
“I think Alma secretly liked Philip Schofield too,” says Tom, trying to lighten the mood.
The sun creeps behind a dark cloud and shadows race across the car park. I place my hands on Tom and quickly steer him away from Great Aunt Vera.
Tom, my four kids and I are all playing rounders in the field next to his farm.
I am feeling emotional after the Collins family crisis. Luckily the sight of my happy little family is making me smile. Tom is bowling and Harry has just whacked the ball. He is racing from base to base. Toby is cheering his brother on, eighteen month old Hope is squealing at Tom’s old dog and…Matilda is lying seductively on a blanket with Rich, one of Tom’s farm workers.
Ignore Matilda’s antics and bask in feelings of family love.
Reassure myself with the fact that Matilda is nineteen now and won’t do anything stupid.
The happy family scene (minus Matilda shrieking with laughter and rolling about with the farm worker) is almost idyllic.
“Matilda,” I shout, “can you think about where you are?”
“Can’t you both just sit nicely?”
Curse Mystic Clive once again.
Tom has suggested we all head down his local pub tonight and watch a band.
The kids are pleading with me to let them go. Even Hope is desperate to go, as long as Tom’s old sheep dog comes with us.
After the stress of today with Great Aunt Vera and catching Matilda half-naked in Tom’s stable with Rich, the farm worker, after the game of rounders, I could do with letting my hair down.
Must stay focused on tomorrow. The last thing I need is to get carried away at pub and start singing with a pub band. Plus the kids have school. I should be going home to get an early night and Matilda needs to be physically separated from Rich.
Get emotional at the sight of Harry and Toby giving Tom a hug for a great afternoon. They like him. For the first time ever my boys actually like one of my boyfriends.
Make hasty decision to go tonight and carry on enjoying family time.
Brief family that under no circumstances must I sing tonight, as I need to keep my voice ready for tomorrow’s big meeting.
We are waiting for the pub band, ‘The Rocking Stones’ to come out on the makeshift stage.
They should have been on the stage half an hour ago, but Tom says there is a technical issue.
I am trying to stop glaring at Matilda, at the back of pub snogging the face off Rich.
Add Rich, the attractive farm worker, to my list of people who have annoyed me.
The landlord has just informed the pub that the lead singer of the ‘Rocking Stones’ – a woman called Beth has quit the band.
Tom has just leaned over to inform me Beth was seeing Rich up until today, but he text her to say it was over a few hours ago, from the stable, and she has just spotted him with Matilda. The sight of my daughter kissing her ex boyfriend silly has made her quit the band.
So the ‘Rocking Stones’ are without a lead singer.
The kids, Tom and the landlord are all looking at me. They know I could save the day. This is one hell of a life obstacle.
Must stay focused on tomorrow.
My mother has text me to say Great Aunt Vera has to go for further questioning tomorrow after the discovery of a new lead.
Matilda and Rich have just left the pub.
She’s text me to say she’s in love with Rich, the beautiful farm worker and they have decided to run away to France together, tonight.
Add young love to my huge list of people and things which have annoyed me.
I need to sing.
Tom squeezes my hand. “Sing, Roxy, sing!’ He places a kiss on my cheek.
Bryan, lead guitarist has welcomed me into his band with open arms. I have just been introduced to Pete on drums and Mick on piano.
The little pub is packed. I am singing my heart out.
Harry, Toby, little Hope sat on Tom’s shoulders and Tom, are all dancing with goofy happy faces. The sight of them enjoying my singing and looking like the family I have wanted for years, is filling me with love.
Despite being in the middle of a family crisis, with my Great Aunt being questioned for murder and my eldest daughter running away to France with a farm worker, I, Roxy Collins, have found happiness, on a makeshift stage in a little country pub. ❤️
“I think I have fallen in love with you, Roxy Collins,” whispers Tom, as we leave the pub.
“Really? You have fallen in love with me tonight after hearing my Great Aunt Vera is being questioned about a murder?”
“You have fallen in love with me despite Matilda running off with one of your farm workers?”
“You have fallen in love with someone who has sung all night in a band and you kept three of her kids entertained?”
He pulls me close. “I like your kids and I could listen to you sing all night long.”
Tweeting Mystic Clive to say some obstacles in life, like singing with a local pub band, in front of your loved ones, uncover things you have spent years searching for.
CrazyButFluffyCarol123 tweets back to say, ‘there will be no life obstacles getting in the way of her #toenailop
More Roxy next week!