Do You Remember the First Time?

Do You Remember the First Time?
Jenny Colgan

Life doesn’t have a rewind button. Ever wished it did?Flora’s wish is about to come true, in a magical new novel about the ultimate second chance, from the bestselling author of WORKING WONDERS and AMANDA’S WEDDING.As her best friend Tashy cuts into her wedding cake, 32-year-old Flora realises she is disillusioned with life. Suddenly, her well-paid job, cosy flat and stable relationship with sensible Olly don't amount to a whole lot. Flora wants to be 16 again. She closes her eyes and wishes. Her wish has come true.Waking up the next morning is a shock. But now Flora has the chance to right some wrongs. Trading crows feet for pimples, love handles for a torso Britney Spears would kill for and dull dinner parties for house parties where White Lightning and snogging are the order of the day, Flora revels in a life where things are far less complicated and just much more… FUN.It's not all laughs though. Will what she does change the future? How can she get back to the present and her ordinary life? And does she even want to?

JENNY COLGAN

Do You Remember the First Time?

Dedication (#u46d39ee2-2cea-5b66-807e-bf0f4763c796)

To Mr B, who

makes me feel

sixteen every time

he walks in the room. (The good way).

Contents

Cover (#u89f0915a-9bfa-5016-a73c-41de8ae3e40e)

Title Page (#u071e325f-f520-5817-9e50-a965f0bebfeb)

Dedication (#ue16a9ef1-50ee-5f0f-9450-fb23eab2c175)

Chapter One (#ud96b8c86-706d-534e-ad80-3e79704dd81a)

Chapter Two (#ucb8a3809-736c-5b81-880e-7f815a2d7591)

Chapter Three (#u920e3057-a1ec-5421-b650-4f4dbcdda299)

Chapter Four (#u6a822a5f-ea1d-5ed8-a576-b058a153c437)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_fc1be1fc-cd5e-5af8-b3d9-b21af493b890)

The rain was beating down on the windscreen, as we tried to navigate (rather damply) along the winding country road.

‘I hate the country,’ I said gloomily.

‘Yes, well, you hate everything that isn’t fifteen seconds from an overpriced cappuccino,’ said Oliver crossly, although in his defence he had been driving from London for six hours.

‘I don’t hate everything,’ I said. ‘Only … those things over there.’

‘What things?’

‘Those … oh, you know.’

‘Cows?’

‘Yes, that’s it.’

‘You can’t recognise a cow?’

‘Remind me.’ He used to think this was really cute.

‘It’s where your latte comes from,’ he said, sighing.

Oliver does like the country. He was born, bred and boarding-schooled here. He couldn’t understand why someone who’d lived their whole life in London wouldn’t want to get out of it once in a while. I had patiently explained to him several times the necessity of all-night Harts the Grocers, proper bagels, and the choice, if one so wished, to pay six pounds for a bottle of mineral water in a nightclub, but he would bang on about fields and animals as if they were a good thing.