On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and it also the home of Cath Hopkins who along with her sister Julie ran their own Landscape Gardening business, and they were very successful.
But there was one aspect of her life in which she was
unfulfilled,
she had watched all those close to her find their
special someone but at the age of thirty-four she was still alone.
However, she had found her special someone, though he
had yet to reciprocate her feelings.
So, as it was a leap year, and with recent events
fresh in her mind and with Valentines Day rapidly approaching, she had decided
it was now time to force him out of his torpor and sharpen his focus and get
him to declare himself.
It was after Evensong when Cath watched Reverend Nigel
Huffer as he left the Church and walked through the fog to the Vicarage, a few
minutes later Cath was knocking on the Vicarage door.
When the door opened, he said.
“Oh, Hello Cath, this is a nice surprise”.
“Hi Nigel” she said with a smile.
“Can you spare me ten minutes?”
“Of course, come in, come in” he replied fussily “The
kettle is on”.
After he had made them a drink they sat on the sofa in
his sitting room when he asked.
“So how can I help?”
“Well to come straight to the point” she said.
“I want you to marry me”.
“Oh, oh, um, I see” he replied in surprise then added
distantly.
“Congratulation’s”
“Thank you”
“Do you have a date in mind?” he asked reaching for
his diary.
“I still need to discuss that with the groom” she
said.
“And who is the groom?” he asked.
“Well, I was kind of hoping it would be you Nigel” she
replied and put her hand on his.
“Oh!” he responded and squeezed her hand.
It was 4 am when the vicarage door silently opened and
Cath slipped out into the fog having received her answer, several times.
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