Uncanny Love Tales – (09) The Girl in the Pink Dress

Cathy Meardon entered Victoria Park a little after 8.30pm, and she was apprehensive about walking through the park at dusk but she was late for an appointment, so she didn’t feel she really had a choice.

Her brisk pace was as a result, in equal measure, of her tardiness and her growing unease.

The appointment she was rushing for was with friends at the Pink Parasol, a trendy pub that had the gimmick of only allowing patrons to enter if they are wearing pink, the more pink the better.

Which is why Cathy was wearing a pink dress, pink shoes and carried a pink handbag.

 

Ken Smith was heading in the opposite direction to Cathy on his way home from work and couldn’t help but notice the girl in the pink dress.

He always noticed pretty girls, especially blondes, and he knew from the colour of her dress where she was headed. 

As he passed her on a parallel path she reached into her bag for her mobile phone and as she pulled it out she also pulled out a small manila envelope with it, which fell silently to the floor.

As Cathy strolled purposely on, totally oblivious of her loss, Ken hurried to the point where he had seen the envelope fall.

He picked it up and saw it was addressed to Miss Catherine Meardon, 59 Carrington Avenue, Abbottsford.

“That’s interesting”, he thought, as she only lived one street away from him.

He didn’t look at the contents of the envelope but thought quite understandingly that if she was carrying it in her handbag it must be of some importance, so he set off to close the distance that had opened up between them.

 

She was a small woman but she covered the ground quite quickly regardless, Ken was a foot taller with longer legs and yet he was still struggling to catch her.

Cathy had noticed the man as they passed by, and she thought him quite handsome, and was at the time disappointed they weren’t going the same way, but as soon as she noticed that he was following her she didn’t think him so handsome anymore. 

As pretty as she was from the front, Ken had to say she had a very nice rear aspect and those busy little legs of hers were really very attractive.

As she walked faster so did he, but she was walking as fast as her little legs could carry her and she thought she would easily reach the exit from the park before he caught up with her, but then her legs began to tire and it was like she was walking through treacle and he was gaining on her with every stride

Ken called after her as he got closer but she had earpieces in so she couldn’t hear him and when she glanced over her shoulder she was alarmed to see he was muttering to himself as he got closer.

Cathy was in sight of the gate just as Ken got close enough to put a hand on her shoulder and she turned around and maced him.

“Get away you pervert” she screamed

“What the fuck did you do that for?” he shouted as the spray began to burn his eyes 

“Because you’re a pervert” she said

Ken was rubbing his eyes while still clasping the envelope.

“I was trying to give you this” he said waiving it in her direction “It fell out of your bag”

“What?” she exclaimed and snatched the envelope from his hand, she quickly read the address and then the full realisation dawned on her

“Oh God” she said “I’m so sorry I thought you were…”

“A pervert?” he said “yes you did mention it”

“Don’t rub them you’ll just make them worse” she advised and then produced a small bottle of water from her bag

“This will help” she said and splashed water in his enflamed eyes “It also helps if you blink a lot”

“What helps most of all is not getting sprayed in the first place” he corrected her

“Yes, sorry again” she said “but I was scared, it looked like you were chasing me, and I’m a defenceless female”

“I had to chase you, you were like a whippet” he said “And defenceless you most certainly are not”

Cathy pulled a face and then said defensively

“And you were muttering to yourself”

“I wasn’t muttering to myself” Ken said “I was trying to speak to you but you had earphones in”

“Oh dear” she said “I really did get it wrong didn’t I?”

“That will teach me to mind my own business in future” he said

“Oh don’t say that” she implored “It was really sweet of you to try”

And then she gave him the most dazzling smile which made up to him in part for the discomfiture.

“Let me make it up to you” she said “let me buy you a drink”

“I won’t be able to get in the Pink Parasol” he said “I’m not wearing anything pink”

“Well that’s not strictly true” She said with a giggle “You haven’t seen your eyes”

Snippets of Downshire Life – Boxing Day

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But our story is set in and around Turnoak-Under-Hawthorne, a large rambling village, originally settled in the 12th century on the sparsely wooded slopes on the Northern fringe of the Finchbottom Vale about 5 miles from Purplemere, and it was everything you would expect from a Downshire Village.

It was the village where the Higgins and Hewer families lived next door to each other and the families should have been tied by the marriage of Helen and Neil, but instead of a joining of the two families they were split apart when Helen ran away, and two years passed before the couple met again, on Boxing Day.

Neither knew that the other would be in the village on that day and they were both taken aback when they bumped into each other at the Hen and Chickens, he was on the way up the steps and she on the way out, and they stood there as the snow fell and minutes past before either spoke, but it was Neil who broke the silence.

“I’ve really missed you”

She seemed both surprised and pleased by the revelation and he wondered if she had heard him correctly or if it was just whatever she’d been drinking having an effect on her processing ability,

“I’m sorry” she replied

“Why did you go?” he asked “I never understood why you left”

“I had to” she replied earnestly

“But why??” he asked

“Because I was scared” Helen confessed

“Scared?” he asked aghast

“Yes” 

“Of what?” Neil asked angrily

“Marriage” She admitted

“So, all you had to say was no” he said and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes as the snow began to fall faster but then she said

“I thought it was for the best”

“It wasn’t the best for me, or you” he said and turned and began to walk away and Helen followed him

“Let me explain” Helen said as she trotted behind him, but he ignored her and pressed on across the car park towards the road, but she caught up with him as he stopped to allow a car to complete its maneuver.

“I made a mistake” she said from behind him and he span round on her

“I realised almost immediately” she continued

“So why didn’t you come back?”

“I didn’t know how” she said and fell in to his arms

“So, you just made us both unhappy” he said gently

“Yes” she replied, and Helen began to cry

“Don’t cry honey” he said

When he imagined them meeting again he hadn’t expected to see that side of her, vulnerable, that was a different girl to the one who had run away, she wasn’t vulnerable or unsure of herself on that day.  

So, when she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he kissed her, a kiss they had both longed for, and dreamt of for two years.

Snippets of Downshire Life – St Stephen’s Day

 

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 on Boxing Day it was even more quiet than usual, and it was snowing.

In fact, as it was eerily quiet as Sharon Colligan and Duane Gingell conspicuously stood in the corner of the bus shelter.

And it was conspicuous for the simple reason that no buses ran to the village on Boxing Day, but then they weren’t there for the bus they were there for the kissing.

“I have a confession to make” Sharon said.
“Oh?” What?” Duane asked her “Are you Gay?”

“No, I am not Gay” she said indignantly “Why, do I kiss like a Lesbian?”

“No, no you just said you had a confession to make” he said defensively

“And you automatically thought, Lesbian” she snapped “Why would a Lesbian be kissing a man in bus shelter in this weather?”

“Fair enough, sorry” Duane said, “Are you married then?”

“What? No, not that I remember” she replied “I would hope if I were, I wouldn’t be standing in a bus shelter kissing another man”

“Good point” he said but she could have been married for all he knew, he hadn’t known her long and they’d only had their fifth date on Christmas Eve and so there was still a lot he didn’t know about her.

Sharon was new to the village, her family had moved in to the house next door to his parents, a few weeks before Christmas from somewhere in the Vale.

He liked the look of her from the first minute and asked her out, but it took a couple of attempts before he wore her down.

It was kind of an instant attraction thing, for him, and since the first attraction it had gradually deepened and by Christmas he was head over heels in love with her.

 

 

 

 

They were on the way to the village pub, The Grapes of Wrath, when they stopped for an intimate interlude in the bus shelter, they were headed to the pub because they showed live football in the bar and there was a huge match on.

It was an FA cup 2^nd round replay between Northchapel Athletic and Finchbottom Forest which was a first because neither team had been on TV before, and the prize would be another first for either team, a tie in the 3^rd round, against, and if that wasn’t enough of an incentive, their opponents would be Man Utd, so it was hugely important because Duane was Northchapel fan.

Everything was going great when they were kissing in the bus shelter until she said she had a confession to make.

“What then?” he asked
“I’ve been dreading saying this” she said “But here goes”

Duane was really worried, especially after she said she was “dreading it” and began to wonder if he really wanted to know, and when Sharon took a deep breath Duane braced himself

“I’m a Forest supporter” she said and closed her eyes and grimaced, it took a moment for the full implications of her statement to sink in.

“I think I would have preferred it if you were married, or a Lesbian, or a married Lesbian” he said, and she moved close in to him and asked

“Do you mean you would prefer a married woman to be in love with you rather than a Finchbottom Forest supporter?”

“She loved me” he said to himself and he wasn’t sure if that shocked him more than the fact she supported Forest.

“I'm sorry” she said “Not much of a Christmas present for my new boyfriend I’m afraid”
“You couldn't be more wrong” he said “It was the perfect Christmas
present, when you said you loved me”

Then he kissed her and when they paused she said

“We’re going to miss the match”

“It’s only a game” he replied and returned to the kissing

Snippets of Downshire Life – Feast of St Stephen

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield, which was a Military Town whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth, and it was also the village where the family home of the Porthnall’s was which was where the family were expected to return to for Christmas.

There were four daughters in the family Julie, May, April and June, the older two were married and had been in Nettlebridge since the schools broke up for the Christmas Holidays but the younger pair couldn’t get there until Boxing Day because they were both Nurses at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and were both on duty on Christmas Day.

         

April and June lived together and were as different as chalk and cheese, June was tall, slim and blonde while April was shorter and brunette, in fact the only things they had in common were blue eyes, a surname, a profession, and a taste in men, in every other way they differed, and the best way to sum them up would be to say that April had a heart and a brain whereas June possessed neither.

 

They set off from Abbottsford at the crack of dawn after June’s boyfriend Dave Hicks pick them up from the hospital, he was medium height, black hair, gypsy eyes, a kind heart and April loved him.

As the sisters had been on duty all night they slept all the way to Nettlebridge and when they arrived, refreshed by a few hours’ sleep, they found there was a house full at the Porthnall’s and a great day followed, a huge family dinner and plenty of wine and as they were staying the night they all got a bit merry, apart from June who got hammered after gorging herself.

It was a big house but even so a reshuffle on the accommodation front was required, due to their mother’s insistence that June and Dave sleep in separate rooms, because their mother was a good Christian woman and didn’t believe in that kind of thing.

The result of the reshuffle meant that Dave shared the spare room with Cousin James while April was forced to endure her sisters’ constant drunken snoring and farting as they each slept on a sofa in the lounge.

April found it difficult to drop off, partly because of June and her horrendous snoring, but also because her head was full of images of her sister’s boyfriend.

After tossing and turning for about an hour her attempts to drop off were further frustrated by an acute need to pee so she got up and tiptoed her way upstairs to the loo.

April was yawning as she left the bathroom and stepped back onto the landing not really paying attention to what she was doing and subsequently bumped into David coming the other way, who wrapped his arms around her and carried her back into the bathroom where he planted a passionate, sensual kiss on her lips.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” she said coming up for air

“Why? You were enjoying it” Dave said and kissed her anew

“That’s not the point” she protested

“So, you admit you were enjoying it” he said “so let’s do it again”

“We mustn’t” April insisted and opened some distance between them

“But it’s really nice” He said wistfully

“I know but we can’t be doing it anymore” she said indignantly

“I know you like me” he continued as he leant against the door

“I’ve seen you looking at me when you think no one’s looking”

“Ah” she exclaimed and sat down on the loo.

David had been going out with June for about three months and April fell in love with him the instant she brought him home.

But the thought never crossed her mind to do anything about it, she had a strong moral compass and you didn’t do things like that, it wasn’t cricket, even if her sister didn’t deserve him.

So, she just worshipped him from afar.

“I’m sorry” she said

“Why are you sorry?” David asked

“For being too weak” she replied “I had no right to fall for you”

“I don’t think you’re weak” David said “Far from it, a weak person wouldn’t have stopped me kissing them”

“Maybe” she conceded

“Your sister wouldn’t have stopped” he added

“I’m not my sister” she pointed out

“I realize that only too well” he said and stepped forward

“I’d better go, but this is for Christmas” he said and kissed her gently

“Merry Christmas”

 

April went back downstairs and tried to sleep but she found it even more difficult after her encounter with David, than she did before.

“This is a real Christmas surprise” she thought as he lay wide awake with only her sisters snoring for company.

When June rolled over onto her side she let out a ripping fart, which was as a result of her skinny body trying to deal with all the food and drink she shoved into it during the course of the day.

A minute or so later a cloud of noxious gas drifted over April and was so foul she decided to leave the room and take sanctuary in the kitchen.

 

She walked out into the hall and turned towards the kitchen and just as he reached the kitchen door a voice from behind said 

“Hello again”

She turned around to see David sitting on the stairs.

“Hi David” she said, “Are you stalking me?”

“Would you mind?” he asked

“No comment, do you want a drink?” she said and went into the kitchen and David followed on behind.

 

She made the drinks and sat down at the table opposite him.

“So, you can’t sleep either then” she said

“I’m afraid not”

“Something on your mind” April asked

“Something” he agreed but didn’t elaborate so she didn’t pursue it any further.

But after five minutes he asked

“Would you go out with me if I wasn’t spoken for?”

“If you weren’t going out with June I’d go out with you in a heartbeat”

She replied

“Why?” David added

“Why would I go out with you?” she said

“Where do I start? Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh but most of all your heart”

David gave her a dazzling smile when she had finished her catalogue and said

“I’ve broken up with her”

“What?” April asked

“We broke up” he replied

“When?”

“Last week”

“But why?”

“Well partly because she’s been seeing my best friend Kenny” he replied “or my ex best friend Kenny I should say”

“Was she?” April asked in disbelief

“You didn’t know then?”

“No, I didn’t, honestly” she said “she wouldn’t tell me something like that because she knows I’d disapprove”

“No, that’s because you are a better human being” David said proudly

“I don’t know about that” April said, “What was the rest of the reason?”

“What?”

“You said June and Kenny was only part of the reason”

“Oh yes I see” he said “well mostly I broke up with her because she’s not you”

April couldn’t believe her ears, did those words really come out of his mouth, it wasn’t possible that he was really attracted to her.

“So, if you broke up with her last week why did you still come today?” she asked

“Because you’re here” he replied and walked around the table, bent down and kissed her.

It was a long and lingering kiss and when it was over she enjoyed it so much she was feeling guilty.

“Does June know?”

“Yes” he said eager to resume

“So why didn’t she say something?” he asked “she’s rubbish at keeping secrets”

“Because I told her I’d send the nude selfie she’d sent me to all my friends if she didn’t, especially if it spoiled my chances with you” he replied and kissed her again before she could speak anymore.

The prolonged kiss showed no sign of abating until a voice said

“What’s going on in here then?”

It was Cousin James who David was sharing the spare room with.

“He’s just wishing me a Happy Christmas?” April said

“Result” James remarked as he poured himself a glass of water and then added

“I’ll leave you two alone”

“Good because I want to wish her a Happy New Year now” David replied

“I think that’s a given” April said

 

They left Nettlebridge shortly after lunch the next day and had a clear run back to Abbottsford.

David was driving and April rode shotgun while a rather fragile June sat in the back and judging by the aromas emanating from back there it was obvious her digestinal tract was still processing the garbage she consumed the previous day.

It was a very quiet and uneventful journey home with all of them lost in their own thoughts.

Aprils were quite philosophical as she pondered the difference a day makes, on the journey up she was envious of her sister and felt guilty for the way she looked at David, while on the way back she couldn’t stop smiling and looked like the cat that got the cream, which of course she had.

Uncanny Christmas Tales – (004) Boxing Day Confession

 

“I have a confession to make,” she said.
“Oh? What?” I asked her “Are you married?”

“Not that I remember” she replied “and I would hope if I were, I wouldn’t be standing in a bus shelter kissing another man”

 

It was Boxing Day and we were on our way to the “Grapes”, and the reason we were on our way there was because they showed live football in the bar and United were playing Liverpool.

I was a Man Utd fan, from a long line of United fans and it was an important match, well to be honest it was always an important match when we played Liverpool, but this one was more important than normal.

 

I thought about it for a moment and she could have been married for all I knew, I hadn’t known her long and we’d only had our first proper date on Christmas Eve, so there was a lot I didn’t know about her.

Her name was Billi Ridgway and she was new to the village, her family had moved into the house next door to my parents, two weeks before Christmas from somewhere in Cheshire.

I liked the look of her from the first minute and asked her out, but it took me almost 2 weeks before I wore her down and she said yes.

It was kind of an instant attraction thing, certainly for me, and since the first attraction had gradually deepened, I was now head over heels in love with her.

But on Boxing Day we were on our way to the pub to watch the match when we stopped for an intimate interlude in the bus shelter.

 

“What then?” I asked
“I’ve been dreading saying this” she said, and I was really worried and wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but Billi took a deep breath and I braced myself

“I’m a Liverpool supporter” she said and closed her eyes and grimaced, but it took a moment for the full implications of her statement to sink in.

“I think I would have preferred it if you were married” I said, so she moved close into me and asked

“Do you mean you would prefer a married woman to be in love with you rather than a Liverpool supporter?”

“She loved me” I said to myself and I wasn’t sure if that shocked me more than the fact, she supported Liverpool.

“I'm sorry,” she said “Not much of a Christmas present for my new boyfriend I’m afraid”
But she couldn't have been more wrong, it was the perfect Christmas
present, Billi Ridgeway loved me.

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Christmas Day Matinée

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and when Yvonne Labuschagne inherited it from her cousin, the last remaining Clerembeax, she undertook the task of modernizing the Palace and opening a Hotel and Spa, offering fitness classes, gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, Raki, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure, while also providing accommodation, meeting and function rooms, a superior restaurant and whatever temptation might attract potential visitors.

She was by profession a masseuse and had worked for many years along with her late husband at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean.

Staffing the Hotel and Spa was crucial, and Yvonne used her contacts in the Spa world to find the right specialist people in her field of expertise’s and employed Hannah Morgan to fill the remainder of the roles, on the understanding that she employ from the village populous where possible, and that was how the Ward girls came to work at the Palace.

 

The Ward family had a small holding on the North side of the village, parents Jack and Olive, and daughters Donna, Felicity, Josephine, and Maxine.

It was a profitable concern and gave them all a modest living but when the Palace opened it gave them a chance to supplement their incomes without having to travel to Abbeyvale.

They were all hard-working girls and didn’t care what work they did so Hannah Morgan didn’t hesitate to offer them all housekeeping jobs.

 

Felicity was the second oldest at twenty-three and the tallest at 5ft 8, but she was also the least confident, and was oblivious to how attractive she was, with her willowy figure and long brown hair.

Unlike her siblings she was painfully shy, and was a quiet studious girl, who never went out, preferring to immerse herself in books, in fact she only ever left the farm for work and church, and she hadn’t left the village since she left school, but the one thing that she shared with her sisters was her work ethic.

Life changed for her however at the beginning of November when Stephen Shepherd arrived as Hospitality manager.

He was in his mid-twenties, tall, with a military bearing, blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that melted Felicity’s heart the first time she saw him.

In fact, she liked him so much that she volunteered to help him with the linens.

 

It soon became clear to everyone that there was more to their relationship than Hospitality Manager and Housekeeping girl, but it didn’t become evident to the two of them until the Second Sunday of Advent.

 

The Ward Family had always been churchgoers and not out of a sense of duty, the whole family had very strong faiths, and they only missed in exceptional circumstances, and the same was true of Olive Ward’s family Sunday Lunch.

But after Stephen offered to take Felicity Christmas shopping in Abbottsford that afternoon, Olive excused her, and they had a great shopping expedition which culminated in a tender kiss.

 

There were many more dates and many more kisses between then and Christmas Day, but he had to work that day as the Hotel restaurant was fully booked for Christmas lunches, so they didn’t get together until 4 o’clock at his cottage. 

Which was when they sat down with a large sherry and opened their presents.

Felicity had never done Christmas presents with a boyfriend before and she was very excited indeed, almost as excited as she was with the shopping trip when he kissed her in the Phoenix Shopping Centre.  

She was quickly on her hands and knees under the tree as Stephen looked on

“Open this one first” she said excitedly and handed up a little gift bag to him. 

“Ok” he said laughing and he took the package and inside the gift bag was a little bundle wrapped in tissue paper, and inside that was a little square gold embossed jewellers box, and when he opened the hinged box he found a pair of platinum cufflinks bearing a crown motif, and his initials, the crown being symbolic of his name.

“They’re beautiful” he said and then he joined Felicity on the floor and kissed her.

“Your turn” he said and reached under the tree and brought out a small parcel.

“I’ve never had a Christmas present from a boyfriend before” she said

“Well you have one now, open it” he urged “Open it”

“I want to enjoy every second of it” Felicity said

When she had carefully removed the paper, she put it on the floor and opened the gift box and inside she found a gold charm bracelet, bearing five charms, a shamrock and a horseshoe (denoting luck), a heart inscribed with her name (for love), a Christmas tree (to mark the season), and a crucifix.

“Wow” she exclaimed “it’s beautiful”

“You can add to it as a record of our life together” Stephen added

“What forever?” she asked

“For ever” he confirmed before adding “I love you”

“And I love you too” she responded, and they embraced, and the nature of that embrace led to them opening the rest of the presents much later on Christmas Day.

Snippets of Downshire Life – Christmas Morning

 

The medieval Village of Withery, was located between Purplemere and Finchbottom, which was where at one time the Monks of St Vitus Abbey were the first to grow grapes in the county.

The Abbey was long ago reduced to rubble and provided much of the fabric of the Village cottages surviving from 15^th and 16^th centuries, and one of them was occupied by a 45-year-old woman, Annette Slocombe, who was Deputy Warden, at Withery Grange Nursing Home, which was the 21^st century incarnation of the old Manor House.

 

In the six months since her husband’s death, Annette had changed beyond all recognition, she had moved to the village, partly to fulfil a lifelong dream to live in the country, and partly to escape the marital home that she viewed as a prison.

She also did all the things her husband heartily disapproved of, so she was now the proud owner of a dog called Scamp, and a new car which she named Seve, because it was a Golf, and she also watched trash on television, and she was free to practice her faith without fear of ridicule.

However, at the age of 45, the one thing she had dared not dream of was falling in love, and that was something else Malcolm would have disapproved of, but fall in love she did, with

George Rushworth, and they made their declaration during the Midnight Mass.

“I love you George Rushworth” she said

“I love you too” he replied “and I really want to kiss you”

“There will be time enough for that” she said and squeezed his hand

 

After midnight, Annette and George shared the peace with their fellow worshippers and then when they went outside George got his kiss and then they went back to George’s cottage.

 

Early the next morning, just before dawn, Annette woke up and when her eyes grew accustomed to the dark she kissed George’s shoulder and got up.

She dressed quickly and then loaded Albie, George’s Jack Russell, into her car and drove her car “Seve”, so called because it was a Golf, home to her cottage.

She parked the car and went inside and when she came out again she was carrying a bag containing two changes of clothes and the Christmas presents and her dog Scamp was trotting along behind her.

She let Albie out of her car and then she walked the dogs the mile back to George’s Cottage.

 

“Settle down you two” she said to the dogs who quickly arranged themselves in front of the log burner, then she placed the presents beneath the tree and returned to bed and cuddled up to George.

“Merry Christmas Darling” Annette said as she kissed her love awake.

“Merry Christmas honey” he replied sleepily, and they cuddled up close.

“This is really nice, but we’d better get up and walk the dogs before breakfast” He said

“I did it already”

“Really? So, nothing to get up for then” George said and started nibbling Annette’s ear.

 

George and Annette finally dragged themselves out of bed and Annette walked the dogs again while George put the bird in the oven and made breakfast.

After they’d eaten, they both needed to shower but time was running out.

“We’d better get in together” George said

“Ok but no “funny business”” she said

“But you like the funny business” he pointed out

“I know but we don’t have time” Annette said

Without any “funny business” they made it to the Morning Service on time and when they returned to the cottage they got the lunch prepared and enjoyed the first of many Christmas together, including present opening after lunch followed by Christmas “Funny Business”.