LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

 

Love is like a bad winter cold

It strikes at the young and the old

It’s not something for which they can inoculate

There is no cure for those who participate

So even if you feel like you have the flu

Love is just something you must go through

NO MORE JUMPERS FOR GOAL POSTS

 

We didn’t think that life

Could get any better

We were young

Happy and content

Kicking footballs

Building carts

Climbing trees

Fishing in the pond

Swimming in the pool

Then they came along

Distracting us

With their undulations

Their cheap perfume

That seemed so exotic

Walking with their funny wiggles

Laughing with their girlish giggles

And the boyhood fun was over

No more jumpers for goal posts

No more war games in the woods

We still played in the woods

But then it was holding hands

Hugging and snogging

And playing with fun bumps

But no more jumpers for goal posts

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – The Yellow Bikini

 

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.

It was once the home The Clerembeax’s, who arrived in Downshire following the Norman conquests and stayed for a thousand years before the name died out following the death of the reclusive Marcus Clerembeax at the age of 96.

The current owner was Yvonne Labuschagne, who decided to open it as a Hotel and Spa.

The Spa was a good attraction, but it was crucial for them to maintain a high occupancy rate, however things were tough in the Hotel trade with the success of Travelodge, Premier Inn and Holiday Inn Express and so places like the Palace needed to offer something extra to attract the guests, apart from the Spa. 

So, they put on novelty weekends, such as “Murder Mysteries” and in addition, they had a sizable Ballroom which was used for special occasions, high days and holidays, which boosted occupancy and Spa numbers at the same time.

Not that the Spa needed too much help during the summer months as the sun terrace the sheltered gardens offered an extra element to the sun worshipers.

 

Clive Armstrong was standing on the sun terrace at the precise moment a beautiful brunette stepped through the door wearing a full-length silk robe and as soon as she reached a chaise longue the exotically coloured folds of silk that had prior to that moment cloaked her skinny frame dropped to the floor leaving her wearing only a yellow bikini, sandals and a small gold crucifix around her neck.

He stared open mouthed at the yellow of her swim suit and marvelled as it showed in stark contrast with her well-tanned olive skin.

Lillian Day then lay face down on the chaise and reached around and undid her top, which was when Clive stepped forward and said

“Would you like me to put some sun cream on?”

“Oh yes please” she replied “Just on my back, I’ve done everywhere else”

He knelt on the terrace next to the chaise and perused her tanned body, as she lay with her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.

“This might be a little cool” he warned

“Ok” she answered dreamily, and he squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.

“How does that feel?” he asked

“Lovely” she replied, and he rubbed some more until he said

“I need to move your bikini aside, so I can properly apply the lotion”

“Ok” she said, and he pulled it softy away from her skin and then slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her tanned flesh like a long relaxing massage before he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade, so it would run down her side.

“Oops” he said

“Don’t even think of going after that” she said firmly

“Why ever not?” he asked innocently

“Don’t think you can take liberties just because we’re engaged” 

“It’s as good a reason as any” he retorted and then followed the path of the lotion with his finger and she giggled.

 

IF I KNEW THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW – LINDA

 

If I knew then what I know now

I would have made Linda mine

Lovely Linda how I loved her

Her smile long remembered still affects me

That Christmas at the taxi rank

My lips hold her kisses still

My heart still yearns for her

I let her go because in the back ground was Roger

I thought it best to let it run its course

Or he would forever be between us

I was wrong and I lost her

I know now she was the one

My soul mate my Linda

What a life we could have had together

What a life we could still be having

If only I’d known then what I know now of life

ALPHABET OF LOVE

 

You are my ANGEL come to earth

The BEST thing that ever happened to me

You are my CONFIDENT, my assurance

You are my DARLING with a capital D

 

You are EVERYTHING in my world

Whose FRIENDSHIP is beyond measure

You are the GUARDIAN of my life

You are a HEROINE to be treasured

 

You are my INSPIRATION, my muse

You are JULIET to my Romeo

Your KINDNESS touches every heart

You are my LOVER in the afterglow

 

You are all the best MOMENTS of my life

You are the NUMBER 1 hit for me 

You are my ONE and only

You are PERFECTION with a capital P

 

Nothing can QUELL my burning passion

You are ROMANCE made flesh

You are my SOULMATE

You are the TREASURE of any quest

 

You are the star in my UNIVERSE

My VALENTINE each and every day

You mean the entire WORLD to me

You are X –RATED when we play

 

YOU are the only one I want to be with

With you I have reached my ZENITH

THE IT GIRL

 

I had a first date with a girl

From the I.T. suite

Who for a computer nerd

Is really very sweet

It was a disaster

Not quite but almost complete

I wish that I could have hit

Ctrl Alt Delete

Snippets of Downshire Life – Independence Day

 

Jon Goss and Jayne Robertson were part of the consular staff at the American Embassy in London, but they, and quite a few of their colleagues, were invited to an Independence Day party at the home of an American Business man who had a grand house that backed onto the dunes at the Northern end of Sharpington in the shadow of Whitecliffe Hill.   

Jon and Jayne travelled together as they lived in the same Apartment Block in North London, as everyone else lived south of the River it wasn’t practical to get across the City just to avail themselves of a lift.

So, they travelled separately, in his car, which suited Jayne because she wanted him all to herself.  

 

It had been a frustrating time for her, she had tried everything to get him to react to her, and she knew he fancied her because she had caught him looking at her more than once when he thought she hadn’t noticed, but he did nothing more than look, and she didn’t understand why, he was single, she was single, he fancied her, she fancied him, so what was holding him back?

 

That wasn’t the only thing that was frustrating her as they got on the M25, the weather was also conspiring to upset her plans.

Ever since she got the invitation to the party and heard about its location she had been fantasying about getting Jon alone in the sand dunes.

However, it was turning into a very frustrating day, as they drove beneath ink black skies and the rain beat down on the car roof, as thunder boomed overhead, and lightning flashed in the gloom, and she audibly sighed.

“The rain should let up by the time we get to Sharpington” he said brightly, and she smiled

“If the weather does clear” she thought to herself “I might still get him in the dunes”

 

The rain continued to hammer down all the way to the coast and Jayne thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.

They parked on the promenade facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of brightness and she sighed again.

“Don’t worry” he said “it will brighten up”

But Jayne was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her hand a squeeze, and she thought things were brightening up already, but then he became self-conscious and took his hand away again.

 

Twenty minutes later the rain stopped, and he said

“Come on then Jayne, let’s go and find the party”

“Ok” she agreed and got out of the car

“I don’t know where it is from here” he admitted

“The email said to walk past those beach huts” she said pointing “and then follow the path through the dunes”

“Ok then” he said enthusiastically “Let’s go”

Jaynes frustration had turned to confusion after he held her hand, there had never been any physicality before, and he was embarrassed by it as if he had overstepped a mark that she was unaware of.

 

They walked to the end of the promenade and then followed the path that led past a row of brightly coloured beach huts, and half way along, encouraged by the small, yet significant, moment in the car, Jayne took decisive and drastic action.

A few paces ahead of them was garish Barbie Pink Beach Hut, which she gambled was empty, based on the fact that the door was swinging freely in the sea breeze

When they got level with it she yelled

“Oh no its starting to rain again” and pushed him into the hut

“I think its only spit…” he began but was prevented from further comment as her mouth was over his, and she kept it there for a full five minutes.

“God Jayne I wasn’t expecting that” he said and then he pushed her again the wall and gave her a taste of her own medicine.

“Wow that was some kiss” he exclaimed afterwards

“If you like it so much why has it taken so long for you to kiss me?”

She asked

“You’re my boss” he said

“Is that all?” she asked in amazement

“Yes”

“Well that’s easily remedied, I can transfer you to Wagstaff’s team”

She said “Or we can just see how it goes”

 

As they stepped out of the hut they heard someone shout

 “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”

When they looked in the direction of the shouting they saw a red-faced man in his thirties running up the beach towards them, who they took to be the owner of the Barbie Pink Beach Hut.

“Better make a run for the dunes” she said, “What do you think?”

“Oh yes” he agreed taking her hand and they ran off giggling like children