Monday 22 March 2021

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Avoiding Anna

 

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 it was the location of the St Patricks Day party, and one of the guests was 54-year-old widowed Doctor Daniel Swann, who was a resident of the village.

He was a local GP, who lived alone in a house that was too big for him, but he kept it on because his children were all grown up with families of their own and they were regular visitors.

When he wasn’t playing host to his children and grandchildren he threw himself into his work, but on the night of the St Patricks Day party, he wasn’t on call, so his colleagues persuaded him to take full advantage of his night off and let his hair down.

So, taking their advice he did just that and was drinking well into the small hours and it was after 3am before he returned to his house and got to his bed.

The next day when he finally arose, he walked downstairs to find

Anna Wachowicz hard at work with a J-cloth, and Anna, it should be pointed out, was his house keeper and not an exotic dancer, although he wouldn’t have minded watching her perform.

“Morning Anna” he said, having forgotten it was cleaning day, and he usually made himself scarce when she was about as she was a bit surly.

“I think you’ll find it’s nearer the afternoon Doctor” she corrected him.

But even though she was a surly specimen she was a marvellous house keeper and a wonderful cook, but even if she was neither of those, the circumstances were such that he considered her to be very attractive.

Anna was also widowed but was a few years younger than he and she had no children, but he suspected that was regretful, because she always made a great fuss of the grandchildren when they were visiting.

But when it was just the two of them she had the knack of making Daniel feel like he was in the way and he found her to be incredibly intimidating, so he quickly made himself a coffee and made his way to the study, to the echoes of “I haven’t done in there yet”

He closed the door and switched on the computer and opened email and set about the oldest unread mail first.

After checking through his inbox there were none of any interest or pressing importance, so he finished his coffee and decided after a quick shower he would escape the house while Anna went about her duties.

First of all, he went to the pub, Étienne of Normandy, known locally as Ettie’s, and had a hair of the dog, then he went for a long walk in the surrounding countryside, it was a grey overcast day with a chill wind keeping the rain away, albeit temporary, but nonetheless he didn’t return home until after four o’clock.

 

Because his feet were muddy he went around the back of the house and entered via the boot room.

Having shed his outdoor clothes and his dirty footwear he emerged into the kitchen when he found Anna standing by the cooker and when she turned to see who had entered he saw her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet with tears, so he went straight into concerned Doctor mode.

“My dear Anna, whatever is the matter?” he said and put a reassuring arm around her “What on earth has upset you so?”

She opened her mouth to speak but he pulled her towards him, so her face was buried in his chest, and as he made encouraging noises her shoulders began to shake.

“There, there, let it all out” he said and then she pushed herself away from his chest and she was laughing.

“I wasn’t crying” she said, and he looked blankly at her

“I’ve been peeling onions” she explained “They are really strong” she added and then roared with laughter and a split second later he was laughing too.

When the laughter had subsided, he gave her a handkerchief to dry her eyes, and she smiled and thanked him, but when she handed it back the look that passed between them was of a different nature and then they were kissing.

 

“Well I didn’t see that coming” Daniel said as he lay half naked on the sofa with a similarly clothed Anna draped across him with her head on his chest.

“No, nor did I” she agreed

“In fact, I always thought you didn’t like me” he added

“That was just a smoke screen to hide behind” she admitted

“To hide what?” he asked and then he felt her tense and take a deep breath

“That I love you,” she said

“Steady” he said “you’ll make me blush”

“Oh God I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“Hush” he said and kissed the top of her head

“I love you too”

“You do?” she asked and lifted her head to look at him and this time there were genuine tears in her eyes “Truly?”

“Yes, I really do love you” he replied and kissed her head again

“But…”

“Oh, please don’t let there be a “but”” she said sat up in alarm

“But” he repeated “I think we should move to somewhere more comfortable”

“Oh yes Doctor” she said as she covered herself up, and blushed “Whatever you say Doctor”

 

AMBER EYES

 

She had amber eyes

Which marked her out

Such a rare and beautiful hue

You might say it made her special

And special she was

This girl with amber eyes

But not for the rarity of the hue

But for an even rarer quality

This girl with amber eyes

Was so special because

She was beautiful inside and out

THE NEWS CAME

 

The news came,

As bad news does

Out of the blue

At breakneck speed

And hit me like a train

With deaths hateful sting

Numbing me to the core

Leaving me speechless

And too arid to cry

Before the pain burst through

Bringing forth the bitter tears loves

Despair washed over me

Until I was drowning in sadness

I sank in its frigid waters

To the depths of my soul

So bitter was the news

The loss so acute

I was broken in two

Lying beaten

On the ground

I could feel no worse

I could sink no lower

Then like kicking an injured dog

Remorse hit me

Like a tidal wave

Knocking me off my feet

Why didn’t I tell him?

Why didn’t I say?

I love you too

BENEATH THE SUN ON THE ISLE OF WIGHT # 2

 

Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight

I first laid eyes on the lovely Gill

And on that sweet summers day

I lost my heart forever at Robin Hill

A LONG AGO WORLD

 

A long-ago world

In Days of innocence

And a wondrous summer

We stood on the cusp

Of loves first awakening

 

When Feeling awkward and gawky

We took our first faltering steps

In the realm of love

Wearing swim shorts

And self-conscious blushes

 

It was a guiltless time

When holding hands

Was a physical pleasure

And stolen kisses

Seemed to last forever

 

If I had the presence of mind

I would have bottled that summer

And when I felt

Tarnished by the world

I would take a long sip

And be refreshed

TO BE A SPECIAL LOVE

 To be a special love

It should fit like a glove

But what I cannot tell

Is does the glove fit her as well?

It too must be a perfect fit

That is it, and all about it

To be a very special love

It should fit her like a glove

One ill fitted hand

And the love will never stand

Both should set foursquare

To be a perfect pair

BENEATH THE SUN ON THE ISLE OF WIGHT # 1

 

Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight

Amidst the fun at Blackgang chine

I spotted her amongst the crowd

And vowed that I would make her mine