The Seventh Day of May Quotes

“This cannot be happening! I’ve fantasised about talking to a ghost…but the conversations were never about the size of my arse!”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Jenna wasn’t sure what was worse: having your life snatched away suddenly, with no time to prepare and say or do the things you wanted, or linger for months or even years. Both scenarios were equally difficult for loved ones to witness and live through.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Jenna held out her piece of paper.   Happy Chappy Toilet Tissue ‘Crack’ a smile!”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“As she bent to look at them, her pink velour tracksuit bottoms rode down to reveal a matching thong. Alesha twanged it. Hard.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Her lip outline had been done with a pencil far too dark for the pale pink lipstick, and the line had been placed way wider than her actual lips.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Ben sleeps in the nude, you know.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Anyway, I’m bored with seeing you tie yourself in knots attempting to do the jig.’ Jenna pulled a face. ‘Good.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“it? Jenna had the distinct feeling that ‘well’ was not the way it would be described in the not too distant future. She wished the prickle of unease lodged in her brain would dislodge itself sharpish. But it seemed like it was in no rush to vacate anytime soon. ‘Are you quite sure this is the way forward? I really can’t see what’s to be gained from it, to be honest.’ Alesha squeezed her hand. ‘Trust me, all will become clear. Remember what I said about that path though, okay?”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Aren’t you going to give his room a clean before he arrives to see it? I’d do it myself but it’s a bit difficult, given that I’m dead.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Hi,’ said Alesha to Jenna, before turning to Ellie. ‘Got a job yet?’ Ellie’s mouth opened and promptly closed again. Pressing her back into the chair her knuckles turned white as they gripped the arms of the chair. ‘Err…’ ‘You’ll have your new lodger soon, Jenna. At least he’ll pay you for being here.’ Alesha winked. ‘I can’t wait for him to get moved in. We’re going to have so much fun!”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Hi,’ said Alesha to Jenna, before turning to Ellie. ‘Got a job yet?’ Ellie’s mouth opened and promptly closed again. Pressing her back into the chair her knuckles turned white as they gripped the arms of the chair. ‘Err…”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“It brought to mind the Jet stone which was carved into jewellery, famous in the seaside town of Whitby, not far from York.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Well, look at you! Drop dead gorgeous.’ As soon as the words left Jenna’s mouth she realised what she’d said. ‘Oh, Alesha, I’m so sorry.’ Alesha laughed. ‘Literally, hey?”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Just a few days ago her life had been normal. Dire, but normal. Now she was engaged and about to break it off, conversing with a dead girl”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Oh, but I will be keeping them, in effect.’ She clapped her hands together. ‘You see, I’ve decided to sell my place and when you’re married I’ll help you financially with this house. I’ve got a bit put by too.’ Jenna scratched her head. ‘You can’t sell up. Where will you live?’ ‘Here, of course!”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Noticing the slight curl of Mona’s lip she knew instantly mugs were not her cup of tea. Literally.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Alesha giggled. ‘No, you wouldn’t. You will know who he is, you’ll recognise him.’ ‘What? You’re nuts!”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“but the Irish Jig had her legs tied in knots as if a seizure was imminent. Alesha, obviously worried this was a distinct possibility, materialised swiftly, and clapped. ‘At least you tried.’ She smiled. ‘Hmm, thanks.’ ‘But it was crap.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“football,”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“jumper”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“They chatted to him throughout the process of getting him dressed and shaved, before hoisting him up and then lowering him into a wheelchair.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Is it nearly 2pm yet?”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Come on, crack a smile. It’s hard enough doing this job without having to look at your sour-faced mug as well.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Like she couldn’t bury her head in the sand anymore.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Jenna checked every plug socket, turning off ones that didn’t need to be on. Then she’d go back round again to make sure. The only ones left untouched were the fridge and freezer. Getting as far as the door was becoming a major achievement, but it didn’t end there. She locked the door and tried it, then unlocked it again, so that she could lock it a final time to be sure.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“Jenna reached out her arm and groped in the vague direction of the alarm clock.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“For instance: years into the future the building where X Factor is filmed could be a house. The residents may witness the spectre of Simon Cowell saying “That’s possibly the worst audition I’ve ever seen,” over and over again.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“This is crazy. And I thought my life was bad before.’ ‘It can improve. Sooner rather than later.’ ‘How’s that then? Do you know the winning lottery numbers?’ ‘No, but I do know how you can improve your finances.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“The events of the previous night came to mind, and she fiddled with the ring that now adorned the third finger of her left hand.”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May

“She needs someone to whisk her off her feet…and out of this house.  So…I need to find a man with wide-set eyes, cheekbones that are not too high, long ears and medium to long lips. Nothing too specific then. Oh, bugger! Frankenstein lookalike, where oh where can I find you?”
― Pippa Franks, The Seventh Day of May