Friday, 14 May 2021

Uncanny Love Tales – (028) The Pyjama Game

 

Colin Capel was approaching his 44th birthday and had never felt so young and vital as he had since the episode when had kissed Angela Purcell in the stationary cupboard, or more precisely she had kissed him.

At the time he had known her for roughly six months and had had a crush on her since the first moment he saw her.

She was in his sister’s bible study group which was held at his house every two or three weeks.

When the diminutive woman standing 4 feet 11 in her stocking feet looked at him with her large saucer sized eyes he was ensnared.

Even before she deployed the warm mesmerizing smile he was smitten.

But as remarkably beautiful as her face was, her figure on the other hand was singularly unremarkable.

She had short chubby legs, a flat chest and a barely distinguishable waist.

Though her bum was an altogether different proposition and each buttock was beautifully defined inside her cargos.      

Colin however despite being attracted to her didn’t envisage that anything would ever come of it, he was 12 years her senior and she was a sensible Christian girl.

So, it came as quite a surprise when his sister Jane volunteered him to help Angela retrieve something from the stationary cupboard and he ended up helping himself to a snog.

 

After the event Colin felt a surprising lack of guilt about it even though he had snogged a fellow congregant on church property during the Sunday service while his sister Jane sat in the congregation.

He didn’t know if Angela felt guilty however, he hadn’t seen her to ask her.

Though in fairness it was Angela who had initiated the action in the cupboard when she feigned a slip from the steps and fell into his arms.

 

He remembered so well watching Angela taking her seat after the event, when she looked across at him and smiled,

Colin winked at Angela and her face went scarlet and she looked away.

But when a moment later she turned and looked at him again she smiled broadly, and he knew the stationary cupboard kiss was a proper beginning.

 

However in the week following that eventful Sunday, Colin was away in Nettlefield on business so it hadn’t been the beginning of anything and so it was the next Monday when he decided to act and he decided to visit one of the places she worked and talk to her away from the church.

Angela had a wonderful work ethic, which was something else he admired her for and she held down three part time jobs.

Monday to Wednesday she worked at Abbotts Gardens Centre, Thursdays and Fridays she worked Dustbusters Domestic Cleaning Services and at weekends she worked in the café and bookshop at St Joseph’s church, which was situated on the edge of the town centre. 

 

He visited the Abbotts Gardens Centre numerous times but failed to see her, so he went into the St Dunstan’s café and bookshop on three separate occasions just in case she was doing extra shifts but there was no sign of her there either.

So, he thought that she was obviously racked with guilt and was either keeping a low profile or had left.

Colin couldn’t keep turning up at the church looking for her as people would doubtless notice and be suspicious, he had already visited the bookshop more times in one week than he had in the previous two years, and that would have been that had it not been for an overheard conversation between his sister and the café and bookshop manager, Mrs Patmore.

“Yes, I can do a couple of hours on Saturday” Jane said “And I hope Angela is better soon”

After Jane had hung up the phone Colin asked

“What was all that about?”

“Mrs Patmore is looking for help at the café while Angela is laid up” she replied

“Why what’s wrong with her?” his asked casually

“She fell off those rickety steps last Sunday” Jane said in her “I knew that would happen” kind of way

He and Jane hadn’t been to St Dunstan’s that day as they had a christening to attend at St Lucy’s in Sharpington

“Oh dear” he said wondering if she was thinking about the previous weeks’ antics “is she ok?”

“Badly sprained ankle” Jane said

 

It was Wednesday when he got the news about Angela’s fall, and once he realised, she wasn’t seriously hurt Colin wondered if it would be classed as a fall from grace.

Particularly if she was reminiscing on the previous outing on the steps.

He spent the next couple of days trying to think of a plausible ruse that would enable him to go round and see her.

The ploy would be superfluous for Angela as she would know why he was really there; the ruse was for the benefit of Judith who was Angela’s flatmate.

He racked his brain for a solution, but none came so he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t see her until she returned to work.

 

On Saturday morning he was busy in the garden pruning back the shrubbery when Jane appeared at the backdoor

“I’m doing a shift at the café this afternoon” she called

“Ok” he replied

“There is a bunch of flowers on the table” she continued “I don’t have time to drop them off, so can you do it?”

“Sure” he replied, “who are they for?”

“Angela of course” she said “why do you never pay attention”

Flowers, why didn’t he think of flowers, it was perfect.

So as soon as Jane had left, he went upstairs and showered and shaved, then he got in his car and drove the six miles to the small block of flats where Angela lived.

He walked up to the first floor and rang the bell and a few minutes later it was opened by Judith Small the flat mate.

“Hi Judith” he said “I have flowers for the invalid”

“Hello Mr Capel” she said politely “Do come in”

As he followed Judith down the hall staring at her denim clad derriere he thought that Angela’s flat mate had the three main attributes that Angela lacked youth, height and breasts, but despite that there was something Judith didn’t have and that was the equal to her bum and more importantly her heart.

 

“It’s Mr Capel” Judith announced as he walked in

“Hello Colin” she said recumbent on the sofa with her sprained ankle resting on a chair supported by a large cushion.

She was wearing a blue fleecy dressing gown over the top of pink striped pyjamas.

“What a lovely surprise”

“I come bearing gifts” he said and proffered the bunch of flowers which Judith snatched from his grasp and took them away to the kitchen

“They’re lovely” said the Carrington Chase educated girl and motioned with her head like someone watching the grand prix and has just seen the car race down the home straight.

He sat down on the sofa next to her.

“I would have come sooner” he said after Judith had gone.

“But…” He didn’t finish his sentence as Angela had taken hold of his hand which she continued to hold until Judith reappeared.

“What happened?” Colin asked with concern

“I fell off those blessed steps and you weren’t there to catch me” she said

“Or kiss me” she added in a whisper

“I wish I had been” he said and she blushed

Just then Judith’s mobile went off and she took it out of the room to answer it and the moment she went out the door Angela took hold of his hand again but released it a moment later when Judith returned

“Will you be alright if I just pop into town?” she asked “I won’t be long”

“Of course” Angela replied “Colin will keep me company for a little while, won’t you Colin?”

“Oh yes” he replied “I’ll take good care of her”

The second they heard the front door close Angela took hold of his hand again and held it against her cheek.

“How’s your ankle?” he asked

“Not too bad” she said and Colin took that to mean that she wanted a cuddle so he put his arm around her.

“I was hoping you would come to see me” she said in her posh wanton accent

“I came as soon as I could” he explained

“I know” she said holding his palm against her cheek and he moved closer to her and kissed her mouth.

She reciprocated instantly with lips, soft and yielding, and her mouth was hot and her tongue inquisitive.

 

In the hour and a half that Judith left them alone together they did more than kiss, they declared their love for each other.

However they decided to keep it to themselves for the time being which they thought made their relationship all the more exciting.

 

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

 

You always feel like

A Sunflower amidst the Daffodils

A Thistle among the Tulips

Out of place, unsightly

 

You see yourself

As the ugly duckling

But who never transformed

Into the beautiful swan

 

You feel ugly and at odds

Ungainly and ungraceful

How wrong you are

To me you are perfection

 

You should feel like

You are a Rose amidst Cabbages

An Orchid among Daises

In pride of place, radiant

 

I see you as

The beautiful signet

Who was transformed

Into a beautiful, graceful swan

 

That’s how I see you

An angel from the host

A goddess among mortals

Whom I shall forever worship

LOVE IS..... # 7

Love is…

Being comfortable

With each other

Even in the silence

LOVE AT A STROKE

 

I saw her across the room

A vision of beauty to the beholder

I was struck, instantly

By her loveliness, by her elegance

The way she held herself

I was spellbound by the image

I was physically altered by her

Was this love at first sight?

Or mere infatuation

She was really lovely

And I doubtless felt something

What I saw was a rare beauty

A precious thing

Like a work of art

Treasured on a gallery wall

A painting seen from a distance

But what I felt wasn’t love

Not from the first sight of her

Desire yes, feelings of passion also yes

Want and need certainly

But real depth of love no

This comes later, after closer study

Examining the canvas

Every nuance, each brushstroke

Form, colours, composition, perspectives

Seeing beneath the beautiful façade

To find beneath the painted layers

To where true beauty resides

Only after this patient study

Can you find true depth of feeling

And claim to be in love

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Art for Art’s Sake

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.

Staffing 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 as manager to fill the remainder of the roles, on the understanding that she employ from the village populous where possible, whether they be part time or permanent, and one of the part timers was Lara Mackie.

 

17-year-old Lara never knew her father, and she lost her mum, Belinda, to breast cancer when she was only 12, which was how she came to be living in Clerembeax with the Moore Family.  

Her mum and Helen Moore were best friends from childhood and remained in each other’s lives until the very end.

So, it was the most logical thing in the world for Belinda to entrust her daughter’s future to the safe hands of her best friend.

Lara, and Helen’s son, Steve, had grown up together, and spent every school holiday together, and when she moved in with the Moore’s Steve took her under his wing and protected her, and they became inseparable.

 

They were the same age and had been in each other’s lives since they were babies, and they shared the same milestones.

Even when they lived in different houses they saw each other almost every week and the untimely death of her mother just pushed them closer together so invariably they gravitated towards each other.

 

Her thing, her great passion, was art, it had been from the moment she could hold a pencil, and her dream, between college and University, was to go to an artist’s retreat in France for three weeks in the summer, and she had worked every shift imaginable for 12 months to pay for it, but she wasn’t allowed to go on her own, but she could go provided Steve went with her, so of course he agreed.

His parents knew that his feelings for her weren’t simply friendship or familial and furthermore they also knew that she didn’t look upon him as a brother.

But nothing had come of it, so they thought time away in France might finally get them together.   

 

Thanks to her hard work up at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa she had the holiday paid for by the end of March and a good chunk of spending money by the end of April but then disaster struck when she fell off her bike one day on her way home and dislocated her shoulder, which meant that was the end of her earnings until after France.

 

All of this meant that after all her hard work and plans she wasn’t going to have any spare funds to treat herself to some new artist’s materials for the trip.

She really wanted them, but she told Steve that she would just have to get something cheaper and gave him a weak smile.

Steve managed to persuade her not to settle for less than she really wanted and just bide her time and wait for a couple more months and as every cloud had a silver lining by the time she was ready to buy them for University they would be at an even better price and in response Lara punched him on the arm for his sunny optimism, which meant she knew he was right.

 

When the time for the trip arrived, he sat and watched her as she pottered around the house gathering up the things she would be taking to France and he smiled.

For Steve there was no one lightbulb moment, when he could definitely say

“That was when I fell in love with her”

Because he had always loved her, and he always would, and now he had an opportunity for a demonstration of his love, and that necessitated an impromptu trip into town with his dad James.

 

They then had to sneak the purchases inside the house and upstairs without being seen so Helen could wrap them up, then when they were done they needed to get the wrapped presents back downstairs and into the dining room, Helen was keeping watch in the hall and indicated when the coast was clear, so they tiptoed down the stairs and across the hall and placed the packages onto the dining table.

A few minutes later Lara walked in, to find the three of them standing in front of the dining table on the other side of the room, and Steve thought she looked lovelier than ever.

She was immediately suspicious and said

“Why are you all huddled over there?”

“Well there is something we wanted to do before we have dinner” James said

“Well we know how disappointed you were about your artist materials, so here you are” Helen said and with military precision they parted to reveal the brightly wrapped parcels.

“What’s all this?” Lara asked

“Open them and you’ll find out” Steve said

So, she set about the task and as she ripped off the paper her eyes widened with delight and she smiled broadly

“It’s all the things I wanted” she said “You shouldn’t have”

Then she hugged and kissed Helen and James.

“Thank you”

“It wasn’t us darling” Helen said “I just wrapped them”

“And I just drove the car” James added, and she turned towards Steve

“So, it was you?” she said and prodded him in the chest with an outstretched finger.

“So, what was all that tosh about me biding my time?”

“Sound advice” he replied, and she jabbed her finger into his chest again

“And “every cloud has a silver lining”?”

She asked with another prod

“And all the time”

Jab

“You were planning this”

Poke

“Pretty much” he confirmed and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek and said

“I love you”

The moment the words left her lips she stiffened as she realised she had said it out loud, and she regretted it instantly, not because she didn’t mean it, she did and she had often dreamed of saying it, but she regretted it because it was on the eve of their departure to France, and the location was not ideal with his parents looking on, what if they were angry, what if he didn’t love her and they would have three weeks of awkwardness, but then she took a breath and thought that regrets were pointless, it was said and it was spontaneous, but she instantly tried to backtrack. 

“I mean… I…” she stammered but he put a finger to her lips 

“Hush” he said “You don’t have to explain, because I love you too”

“You do?”

“I do” he confirmed and then her arms were wrapped around his neck again only this time when she kissed him it wasn’t on the cheek.

  

Helen and James were hugging as they watched their son and surrogate daughter finally expressing the love they had always held for each other, but they discreetly slipped away as the couple shared a different kind of kiss.

DEAR LOST AND FOUND

 

Dear lost and found

Can you please assist?

Lost – one heart

In poor general condition

Broken repeatedly

Repaired shoddily

(Too many times to count)

It is a good heart

Generous in proportion

True and steady

Not of fickle disposition

A trusting heart

A heart given freely

Last possessed by Julie

Heart was last seen

Being trodden underfoot

By previous keeper

LOVE IS..... # 6

 

Love is…

Not making promises,

It’s keeping them