Did you fall from heaven?
With
the winter snow
You
must be an Angel
You
have that special glow
You
must have come from heaven
An
Angel from above.
Sent
to me this Christmas
Sent
to bring me love
Come
sit beside me
In
the glowing candle light
I
never knew my love
Could
ever burn so bright
From
this first moment
As
we drink a glass of wine
Your
sweet angelic nature
Tells
me you are divine
Wrapped
in an Angels form
As
our Christmas starts
You
give me the gift of love
And
I give to you my heart
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 which was the location of The Funeral Directors of Downshire Awards and William Hemmings and Sons of Abbottsford were represented by Brother and Sister, Will and Melanie Hemmings, Alexandra Norris and Elise Szczypek.
Will was the first to arrive and had
booked in early, so he could enjoy some of the facilities and was on his way
down to the bar to have a drink before going into find their table, when he
heard a commotion at the Awards Organisers check in desk, and he recognized one
of the voices as one of his party, Elise.
He paused on the stairs and drank in
the scene, though his eyes were focused on her, and he thought she looked
gorgeous in her evening dress.
“What
do you mean I’m not on the list?” she shouted
“My
name is Elise Szczypek”
“I
can’t see it” he said as he perused his list “Can you spell it?”
“S.Z.C.Z.Y.P.E.K” she said slowly and
deliberately
“No that hasn’t helped” he said, “Can
you write it down?”
Reluctantly
she printed her surname on a piece of paper and handed it to him
“No
that hasn’t helped either” he said and then laughed
“Wow that would score big on
scrabble, perhaps that’s what we should call you Miss Scrabble”
“My name is Elise Szczypek” she
repeated slowly “S.Z.C.Z.Y.P.E.K”
“Yes, I understand” he said “but I
must just ask, do you lot have something against vowels”
“My lot, my lot, what do you mean, my
lot?” she said angrily, which was when Will arrived, and stepped between them
before Elise brained him.
But it quickly became apparent that
she was not calming down, so he steered her away from the fray and she left the
hotel like a marauding bull with him right behind her carrying her pashmina and
clutch bag.
Once outside Will caught up her and
walked Elise around the grounds and calmed her down and soothed her temper with
his comforting words and a reassuring hug.
After an hour her mood had lightened
sufficiently for him to propose they make another attempt to gain entry to the
function and she concurred, so they walked back to the Hotel arm in arm and he
stayed by her side all night, and she had never in her life been happier, so at
the end of the evening on the terrace in the moonlight she kissed him.
They often joked over their long life
together that the entire night had been something of a cliché, but they didn’t
care.
If I knew then what I know now
I
would have asked out Sharon
Sharon
with the big sad eyes
And
the big round breasts
What
a game we could have had
But
I held back
Because
she was my best friends ex
I
know now that he wouldn’t have cared
If
only I’d known, then what I know now of life
I’ve waited for my valentine
For
such a long, lonely time
I
have waited for years
For
him to end all my tears
I’ve
waited for cupid to start
And
shoot his arrow at a heart
The
piercing of my valentine
That
would then make him mine
And
I hoped and I prayed
For
a valentine loving serenade
But
I never ever got one
So,
I shot cupid with a gun
You
may think my actions hard
But
he did nothing in my regard
And
when apology remained unsaid
I
shot cupid in the head
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
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
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.
