Thursday, 29 July 2021

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (38) It’s a Small World For a Locum

 

It was late afternoon on Christmas Eve at the Dancingdean Health Centre and Locum Doctor Kelly Spearman had one last patient to see.

Mrs Bramwell entered the room with her young daughter Kylie skulking in her wake.

“Come on Kylie the Doctor hasn’t got all day”

“Hello Mrs Bramwell, how can I help?”

“Kylie’s not right Doctor, very odd”

“In what way?”

“Well look at her Doctor you can see you doesn’t look right.

She starts the day feeling sick and ends it eating Pizza with sugar on. It’s no small wonder she’s put on so much weight”

“Well I’ll have to do a full examination” Kelly said

Kylie lay on the examination table and Dr Spearman gave her a thorough exam, asking questions as she did so.

When she had finished she told Kylie to redress and sat down at her desk and tapped at the keyboard until the girl was seated.

“So what’s wrong with her Doctor?” Mrs Bramley

“Well there is no doubt in my mind that Kylie is pregnant” she replied

“About five months to be precise”

“That’s absolute rubbish Doctor, Kylie can’t possibly be pregnant, ridiculous that is, she’s only 14 and I can assure you my daughter has never been with a man”

“There is no doubt” Kelly said as she took off her glasses

“Tell the Doctor, Kylie, tell her you’ve never been with a man”

“I haven’t Doctor I really haven’t, not even kissing” Kylie confirmed

Kelly looked at the girl doubtfully then stood up and walked to the window and stared out into the darkness shaking her head.

“So what’s wrong Doctor?” Mrs Bramley asked “it’s serious isn’t it?”

“Not at all, I just wanted to check the sky for something, because the last time a girl got pregnant without going with a man a bright star appeared in the East”

“Are you trying to be funny?” Mrs Bramwell asked

“No I’m not, I’m trying to make a point” she replied

“Whether Kylie says she has been with a man or not, she is definitely five months pregnant, so I suggest you think back five months and figure out where she didn’t have sex with a man”

“I don’t like your attitude Doctor if my daughter says she’s a virg…” she stopped in mid flow and turned to Kylie and said

“You dirty little cow, it was that boy you met on the beach at Sharpington wasn’t it”

At that the girl began to cry and Mrs Bramley bustled her out of the room admonishing her without acknowledging Kelly again.

 

Kelly was one of the cleverest medical students of her year and she was also one of the sexiest, a fact she had perpetually tried to play down.

She wanted to progress in her profession based purely on her abilities and not because she was “fit”.    

She certainly didn’t want the distraction of having to fend off unwanted advances while she tried to qualify.

Her style of dress was muted, still feminine but understated, she wore her hair combed back severely off her and wore heavy framed spectacles.

A look she maintained long after qualification and all through her time at the Winston Churchill Hospital.

The result of which, being that after ten years she remained single and with a reputation for being cold and aloof.

As neither description was true she gave up a senior position at the Churchill to take up general practice, but she needed to learn the ropes as a GP locum, which was why she was working at the Dancingdean Health Centre.    

Kelly had completed her notes and packed her things away.

She was looking forward to getting home, she loosened her hair and shook it out before putting on her woollen hat and slipping on her coat and finally picked up her bag.

No sooner had her fingers curled around the door handle than the phone on her desk rang.

“Oh, so close” she said to herself and released her grip on the door handle.

There was nothing waiting for her at home except what she craved at that moment, peace and solitude.

But she had noticed the steady snowfall through her surgery window and she was not a lover of driving in the snow.

“Hello” she said

“Could you see one more patient Doctor?” the receptionist Lynn Cooper asked “It should be a quick one but it’s quite urgent”

“Of course send them through” she replied and slipped off her coat and sat down.

A few moments later there was a light knock on her door.

“Come in”

When the door opened a tall slightly built man of a similar age to herself walked in.

“Thank you for seeing me Doctor” he said “I’m sorry to delay you”

“That’s fine” Kelly replied

“I see you’re dressed for the conditions” he added

“I’m sorry?”

“Your rather fetching headgear” he explained

“Oh” she said with a laugh “I forgot I had it on”   

“So what can I do for you? Mr Springthorpe”

“I need a repeat prescription for my Theophylline I have nearly run out” he said and she tapped at her keyboard

“Your last prescription was in October you shouldn’t have run out yet” she said

“I know but the water tank in my loft sprang a leak and brought the ceiling down which ruined everything in its path” he explained

“Your medication included” The Doctor said

“Yes” he confirmed

“Very well I’ll write you another one” she said

“Thank you Doctor”

“The pharmacy in Oakwood Road is open until 10 o’clock tonight” she said and handed him the prescription

“Thank you Doctor and Merry Christmas”

“Not to Merry I hope” she scolded “Happy Christmas”

The moment the door closed she quickly redressed in her out door clothes and left before the phone went again.

 

She ran the festive gauntlet of staff members, exchanging greetings in the time honoured fashion and emerged into the snowy car park and she was surprised to find exactly how much had fallen.

She got into her car and set off towards Mornington By Mere.

Kelly had only lived in Mornington for a few months, she wanted somewhere that was in striking distance of Shallowfield, Purplemere and Childean which were the towns she would be able to work as a locum.

Even Finchbottom and the Pepperstock’s were doable from Mornington at a pinch.

She had a rented a house in Military Row which was one of a number of good sized family dwellings originally built as Officers Quarters for the Officer personnel from the since defunct Mornington Airfield.

The original plan was to get a short time let and work as a Locum and then when she managed to secure a permanent position in a practice she would then move somewhere close to where she would be working but she had rather fallen in love with the village.

 

Despite the conditions she had made steady progress and had travelled about two and a half miles before she spotted the red tail lights and she came to a halt at the end of the queue.

There were three or four people milling around in the road so she got out of her car to join them in the hope of finding out what the problem was.

 

Just ahead of the queue of six cars there was a seventh car being reversed out of a snowdrift.

She made her way to the front and asked

“Is anyone hurt, I’m a Doctor?”

“No Doc, nothing hurt but his pride” An old country man replied

“A bit of a brown trouser moment though I shouldn’t wonder”

This induced a good deal of laughter as much from Kelly as anybody else.

“I take it the road is closed” she said when the laughter had subsided.

“Very much so Doc” Another bumpkin replied

“Then I shall wish you all a Merry Christmas and go in search of an Inn”

 

She did a three point turn in the road and headed back the way she had come and hoped she wouldn’t have to spend the entire evening driving around looking for a room.

Kelly was not yet fully au fait with Shallowfield and its environs but she had stored several key landmarks in her memory bank but the only Hotel she could bring to mind was the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel by Teardrop Lake.

Which she thought was as good a place as any to start, if that failed she knew that a lot of her colleagues at the Health Centre lived in the area so she would try her luck with one of them.

 

Jonathon Springthorpe was due to have dinner on Christmas Eve with his oldest friend and business partner Richard O’Sullivan but he had to cancel it at the last minute when he realized he was almost out of his medication.

Although it was a genuine emergency and not an excuse he still felt guilty cancelling their dinner date because Richard was such a lonely cove.

He pledged to himself he would call round to Richards’s house once he had rectified his medical emergency.

He was very pleased to have caught the Doctor before she left for the Holiday, and even more pleasing was the fact she was so attractive. 

After leaving the Health Centre he drove to the Oakwood Road pharmacy and was grateful he didn’t need to drive any further as the snow was several inches deep already and was falling exceedingly fast.

Under the circumstances he abandoned his plan to go and see Richard, so all being well he would be safely indoors for the night within half an hour and then the weather could do as it pleased.

 

Kelly parked her car and opened the boot, fortunately being a practical person she always had a change of clothes in the car for emergencies.

Unfortunately this did not include underwear so she would need to rinse through what she was wearing, provided of course she could get a room.

 

She went inside and straight up to the reception desk where a trim well-dressed woman was stood smiling in her direction.

“Can I help?” Mrs Brown said

“I do hope so” she replied dropping her bag to the floor

“I’m stranded in Shallowfield because of the snow and I’m hoping you have a room”

“You’re not the only one dear” Sheryl Brown said “But you’re in luck I have one room left”

“Thank you so much” Kelly said and she felt her shoulders relax

Sheryl Brown gave her a registration card to fill out and asked

“Is it just the one night dear?”

“Oh I don’t know” Kelly said “I hadn’t thought”

“Well look I’ll book you in for two nights, just in case” she suggested

“Ok yes, that’s a good idea” Kelly agreed

 

After all the formalities were completed and Mrs Brown had given her the key Kelly leant in close and whispered conspiratorially

“There was one other thing, I need to wash my underthings…”

Sheryl put up her hand and stopped her mid-sentence

“Don’t worry dear I have just the thing” she said and disappeared through a door marked private only to emerge 30 seconds later holding a small Tupperware box with a quantity of powder in. 

“This is what you need”

“You are a Godsend” Kelly said “Thank you so much  ...”

“Call me Sheryl”

“Thank you Sheryl”

“My pleasure” she replied “Now the restaurant is still open though under the circumstances it’s a rather improvised menu, but it will be hot”

“Hot will suffice” Kelly said gratefully

Kelly went up to her room and quickly freshened up and then made her way back downstairs.

She smiled at Sheryl Brown, as she passed the reception desk, who was busy helping someone else.

She walked into the busy restaurant and found an empty table and had only sat down long enough to order a drink when she was asked.

“Do you mind if I join you doctor?”

It was Jonathon Springthorpe

“Not at all but please don’t call me Doctor” she replied in a hushed tone

“Why? Have you been struck off?” he said

“No” She replied and laughed “But if people know you’re a doctor they can’t help sharing the details of their ailments with you”

“Oh I see, so what should I call you?”

“Kelly will be fine” she replied “would you like a drink?”

“Just a coke please”

“Nothing stronger?” she asked

“No it reacts with my medication” he said and tapped his coat pocket

“Just testing” she lied

“So Kelly what brings you to the Shallowfield Lodge on a snowy Christmas Eve?” Jon asked

“You first” she said

“Well as I said earlier I have some water damage in my house so I’ve moved out while it’s being sorted”

He explained

“So what about you?”

“I was trying to get home but the road was closed by a snowdrift”

She replied

“And where’s home?” he asked

“I live in Mornington” she replied

“So do I” Jon said “I live in the Old Forge”

“Really I’m renting one of the houses in Military row” she said

“It’s a small world isn’t it?”

 

“So why here?” he asked after the waitress had taken their dinner order

“It was the first place I tried” she replied “but I wanted somewhere local because I’m on call from lunchtime tomorrow for two days”

“Oh bad luck” he said

“No not really I volunteered” Kelly said

“Why on earth did you do that?”

“Well everyone else has a significant other or a family” she said

“And you don’t?”

“No, I have no significant other and no family within easy reach, all my nears and dears are many miles away”

“So not married?” he asked

“No”

“Divorced?”

“No just never married” 

“By accident or design?”

“A little of both I suppose” she replied enigmatically just as the food arrived

“So what about you?” Kelly asked

“Divorced” he replied

“How long?

“What married or divorced?”

“Both”

“Married 10, divorced 2” he said

 

After desert Kelly asked

“So why are you staying here?”

“I told you, my house is unliveable”

“Yes I know, but why here?” she persisted

“Oh I see, well I work in Shallowfield”

“And what do you do for a living?”

“Auctioneer” he replied proudly

“At O’Sullivan and Springthorpe”

“Oooh one of the bosses” she said feigning impression

“One of the partners” he corrected her “Of which there are a number”

“Still, name over the door” she said playing with him

 

While they were drinking their coffee Jon suddenly asked

“What are you doing for Christmas Lunch tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, whatever they’re serving here I suppose”

“I’m going to my parents for lunch tomorrow” he said

“Why don’t you join us?”

“Oh no I couldn’t impose” she replied

“Nonsense it’s no imposition”

“No I can’t and I’m on call anyway” she insisted

“It’s only in Shallowfield” he said “so it won’t affect you being on call”

“Wait a minute” she said “Your parents live in Shallowfield?”

“Yes”

“So why are you staying here why didn’t you stay at your parents?” she asked aghast

“Are you kidding, 36 years old and moving back in with the folks” he said

“I’d only be there for a day and Mum would start ironing my socks”

When they had stopped laughing Jon said

“So will you come?”

“Oh alright then” she conceded “But explain to your mother that if I have to disappear in a hurry it’s not because I’m not being rude”

 

They were to meet in reception at 10.30 on Christmas morning,

In the cold light of day Kelly questioned the wisdom of her decision to accept Jon’s invitation.

For a start she was not dressed as smartly as she would have liked but under the circumstances it was the best she could manage.

Fortunately when she arrived downstairs she found Jon had dressed down for the occasion, which made her feel much more comfortable.

“Happy Christmas” he said and kissed her cheek

“Happy Christmas Jon, are you sure I won’t be imposing?”

“Absolutely not” he insisted

The snow was still falling though much lighter than the night before, so there was an eerie hush apart from the satisfying crunch underfoot.

If she hadn’t been on call they would have walked all the way but she needed her 4 x 4.

When they arrived at the Springthorpe’s home she realised his apparel was not as she had thought, coincidental, but was by design, as all of the family were in their best bib and tucker.

Jon had realised that morning that Kelly would have limited options for the day so deliberately dressed down so she wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Thank you” she whispered when she realised what he had done.

He introduced her to his parents, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, kissing cousins, two godsons and a brother all of them dressed to impress.

 

Including Kelly and Jon there were 19 for dinner, and seating and feeding that many people was no mean feat.

But Margaret Springthorpe did it in style, and everyone’s food was piping hot.  

After dinner the gathering fragmented and Kelly volunteered to help with the clearing away, fending off the initial protests that she was a guest.

 

Just as the last plate was wiped up and put away Jon appeared

“Oh look perfect timing” Margaret said

“Dad won’t stop talking about the Golf game tomorrow so I just had to get out of there” he announced.

“It’s a shame you didn’t get fed up with it a bit sooner then you could have helped” Kelly said

“Well said” Aunty Victoria said

The reason for his father’s discontent in regard to the Golf was that the Annual, Springthorpe Family Cup competed for every year on Boxing Day had been cancelled for the first time since 1936.

Not even Adolph Hitler had been able to put a stop to it.

There had been snow at Christmas before and it had been possible to play the day after but this year due to the depth of snow on the ground the course was unplayable.

“Does it bother you that you won't be playing?” Kelly asked Jon.
“Yes. I love the Boxing Day game” he replied “But it’s impossible, Dad just won’t accept it”
“So why
not play it on New Year’s Day instead?” she suggested

Jonathon opened his mouth to speak but seemed unable to find the words and closed it again.

He repeated this mime twice more then turned and left.

“Did you see that Margaret? She left him speechless” Victoria said

“Absolutely marvellous!” Margaret said

 

Kelly was roundly congratulated by the family for her solution to the Springthorpe Family Cup debacle and they were genuinely disappointed when at just after four o’clock she was called out.

She promised she would return as soon as she had finished but as it turned out she didn’t return until 7 hours later so she went straight to the Hotel where she found Jon waiting for her in the Hotel bar drinking hot chocolate.

“Come and have some” he said “it’ll warm you up”

“What I need is sleep” Kelly said

“Have a drink first, please” he begged

“Oh ok”

“You were a big hit with the family” Jon said 

“Oh I don’t know about that”   

“Seriously” he said “so much so that you have been invited to take part in the Springthorpe Family Cup”

“But I’m not family”

“You have been made an honorary member” he said

“How do you know I even play?” Kelly asked

“Well you do, don’t you?”

“A little” She said “maybe you can coach me” 

 

They talked for about an hour before Kelly excused herself and went off to her bed.

The moment her head touched the pillow she was asleep and she slept very soundly, which was just as well because on Boxing Day she was bounced all over the district, dealing mainly with patients who have severely overindulged the day before.

Kelly checked out of the Lodge on the morning after Boxing Day and that evening after surgery she was finally able to drive home to Mornington.

The first thing she did when she got home was to change her underwear, although she had washed them out every night before she went to bed, after wearing the same knickers for four days she still felt dirty.

She then had two wonderful days off in lieu of Christmas which gave her time to tidy her house and do some laundry.

But she was on call again on New Year’s Eve.

 

Kelly checked back into the Shallowfield Lodge after work on the 30th and that night she had dinner with Jonathon at the Phoenix Restaurant in Shallowfield but it had to be an early finish as she was on call from midnight.

 

Kelly was on call from midnight on the 30th until one minute past midnight on New Year’s Day.

It was a very quiet day she only had three call outs all day and it gave her plenty of time to think things through.

 

Kelly liked Jon, he made her laugh and feel sexy all at the same time, and he was kind and thoughtful.

But he or anyone like him was never in her plans for the future.

She had not moved from a senior position at the Winston Churchill into general practice looking for a man, however kind and thoughtful he might be.

But she didn’t think of him as just a man and she hadn’t felt that way about a man since she was studying medicine in Edinburgh.

However that had all ended very badly indeed and left her totally devastated and she did not want to repeat that mistake and feel worthless again.

Perhaps she should just nip it in the bud and not take a chance with him.

But why should she? Why wouldn’t it succeed?

She had always succeeded in her life when she put her mind to things, her recreation, her education, her profession, so why could she not succeed in a bright future for her and Jon.

The only fly in the ointment as far as she was concerned was that she wasn’t really sure how he felt about her.

He hadn’t even tried to kiss her, apart from a peck on the cheek on Christmas Day.

And she had wanted him too, after she found him waiting for her in the bar with hot chocolate.

She concluded that perhaps it was time for her to take the initiative.

 

On New Year’s Day Jonathon picked her up from the Hotel Car park.

It was a beautiful crisp winter’s day, no wind and not a cloud in the sky, she was standing by her car when Jon pulled up.

“Happy New Year” he said and kissed her cheek.

“Well that’s encouraging” she thought “but just on the cheek again”

but out loud she just repeated his greeting.

While he helped her transfer her clubs from her boot into his she was thinking that if was only going to kiss her on public holidays she would have to wait until Easter for the next one.

 

The Forest Ridge Golf Club was on the road between Shallowfield and Childean and the journey took about 15 minutes and all the way Jonathon was giving her Golf tips, her grip, her stance, her swing.

His coaching continued in the car park and on the walk to the clubhouse.

“Shut up Jon and kiss me” she screamed in her head

“The most important thing is to relax, don’t tense up” he said

“No the most important thing is that you take me in your arms and kiss me” she replied silently

Even if she’d said it out loud there wouldn’t have been time to act on it as they were soon surrounded by other members of the clan.

Jon and Kelly were the last to tee off in a four ball with his younger brother Chris and his Uncle George.

“Don’t worry if you’re only a novice” he said as they approached the 1st tee “I can teach you as we go around”

“Ok” she said

Kelly was the first to tee off, it was a short dog leg par four, just under 200 yards to the turn so she selected her 3 wood and took up her position.

“That might be a little ambitious” Chris said

“Remember to relax those shoulders” Jon said encouragingly, agreeing with his brother about her club selection

Kelly took a couple of practice swings and then addressed the ball before hitting a crisp clean drive which sailed straight down the middle of the fairway. 

“Whoa” Chris said “I thought you were a novice”

“I never said that” Kelly retorted

“You did say you played “a little”“ Jon said  

“I have only played “a little” since I moved to Mornington” she said

“You’re a bandit” Jon said and laughed

 

By the end of the 17th Uncle George and Jon were 5 shots off the pace and Kelly and Chris were all square.

After 3 shots Chris was on the green with a 20ft putt and Kelly was on the apron more than a hundred feet from the pin.

Chris was supremely confident as he watched Kelly chip to within 12 feet of the hole.

Chris however 3 putted and Kelly holed hers to win.

 

Jon was delighted partly because it gave him ammunition to rib Chris but mainly because he liked Kelly.

When all the scores were in Jon’s Cousin Mike won the day but Kelly was the highest placed woman and she won the nearest the pin on the par 3 7th.

 

There was a great huddle of bodies at the bar but she was stood in a quiet corner of the lounge admiring her little trophy when Jon joined her.  

“So I wasn’t able to teach you anything today after all” he said

“I was trying to impress you and you ended up impressing me”

“That was my intention” she said

“To impress me?” he asked

“To get you to notice me” she replied and he looked puzzled

“you wanted me to notice you?”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said taking a step towards him.
“Maybe you can teach me then” he told her looking into her eyes.
“There’s no maybe about it” She said and leaned her face towards him and touched her full lips gently to his.

He responded in kind and they were both lost in the magic of the moment.

As their lips parted they both opened their eyes.
“Would you like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“That’s a silly question” he replied and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close and their lips met again, but this time there was no restraint.

RING IN THE WINDOW

 

In the window he saw the ring

The perfect one, a beautiful thing

The most perfect symbol for her

At its centre a Ceylon sapphire

A gem to beguile and hypnotize

And match the beauty of her eyes

Then to complement its glow

Around it sits a diamond halo

Light playing on its heavenly guise

Like the sparkling of her eyes

All set in a stylist platinum band

Which he could picture on her hand

And pictured himself on one knee

So, he could say “please marry me”

IN SUNSHINE OR IN SHADOW

 

In sunshine or in shadow

Your love sets me aglow

In perfect calm or raging storm

Your love keeps me warm

In times of drought or flood

Your passion warms my blood

In summer bright or winter dark

You are always in my heart

LOVE HAIKU # 2

 

Should the clouds obscure,

the glorious stars at night,

I will still love you

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (37) One White Christmas

 

It was Christmas Eve and Samantha Dunlop, who worked at Hanratty’s Department Store in Abbottsford’s Phoenix Centre, was just on her way back to work after having had lunch with her boyfriend Darren.

“Bastard” she muttered under her breath as she entered the centre.

Sam was running the lunch time conversation through her head which was why she was so angry.

“You’re breaking up with me?” she asked in disbelieve across the table in McDonald’s.

“Don’t take it so hard babe” he said

“You’re breaking up with me on Christmas Eve?” she repeated

“I didn’t see why not I haven’t got your present yet so it was a win, win babe” he said

“You cheap bastard” she yelled and poured his chocolate shake over him   

 

“I can see this is going to be another shit Christmas” she said to herself as she walked into Hanratty’s.

She went into the staff room and took off her coat and woollen had and shook her black hair like a wet dog.

The day before she had been passed over for promotion and then she gets dumped on Christmas Eve.

She was a 29 years old divorcee and she had worked for the department store in the cosmetics department for seven years and she was passed over for Abigail Subhan,

A 22 year old University graduate who had to take her head out of her arse to smell the perfume.

 

About 4 o’clock that afternoon a middle aged man entered the department and walked up to Samantha’s counter

“Good afternoon sir how may I help?”

"I would like to buy some perfume for my wife." he said

"Certainly sir" she replied. "What does your wife like?”

“I’ve no idea” he replied

“Do you have anything particular in mind?" she asked through gritted teeth

"Not really." he said "but nothing very expensive."

"I understand sir” she said and reached behind her “How about this one?"

He picked it up and looked it over and asked

"How much is it?"

"£150” she replied

“No, I did say nothing very expensive”

She place that bottle back where she had got it from and picked up its neighbour.

“This one is Eighty pounds sir”

"That's still too expensive" he replied

She presented him with a smaller bottle

“How about this one?" she said

"How much?” he asked.

"Fifty pounds sir."

"Do you have anything else?" he enquired.

"Well, there's this small bottle at twenty five pounds."

"Look love" he whispered "I want you to show me something really cheap"

Samantha smiled and said conspiratorially

“Come this way”

She led him to the makeup counter and said

“Just stand there and look straight ahead”

“What for?” he asked

Her green eyes narrowed and she said

“Because you said you wanted to see something really cheap, and that is as cheap as I’ve ever seen”

“Mrs Dunlop!!” Ms Subhan called “My office now”

 

So on top of missing out on promotion and being dumped by her boyfriend she was also sacked from Hanratty’s.

But then maybe saying to her boss that even with the biggest nose in Abbottsford she couldn’t tell the difference between Chanel and Dettol, didn’t really help her case.

 

Her first reaction was to go straight to the pub and get plastered but she was driving to Shallowfield that evening.

And the way her luck was going at that moment she was bound to get stopped by the police and lose her license along with everything else.

Samantha had phoned her best and oldest friend Emily as soon as she got back to work after Darren dumped her and Emily invited her to stay with her and her husband Matt for Christmas.

The Charlton’s had a Flat in East Cliff Lodge, on Teardrop Lake, so she went straight home after she was canned and packed a bag.

As she left Abbottsford it started to snow and the snow that had fallen ten days earlier was still evident on the ground so the fresh fall quickly settled.

Samantha didn’t like driving in the snow, well she didn’t like driving full stop if she was honest, and so she was driving very cautiously. 

The snow was obviously coming from the direction she was heading because as she was driving between Childean and Shallowfield the snow on the road was getting significantly deeper so she went even more cautiously.

But as she approached the last significant bend before the Shallowfield she lost control and after fighting with the steering she careered off the road into a ditch.

 

Richard O’Sullivan was in his mid-thirties and was one of the partners in O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers in Shallowfield.

He had been driving in the same direction to Samantha Dunlop but then he received a phone call from his friend Jon cancelling their dinner date so he turned around and was heading back home when he witnessed her car briefly skidding across the road before disappearing from view.

 

He stopped the car and looked down into the ditch, the car was nose in and tilted upwards 20 degrees on the driver’s side.

The lights were on and the engine was still running and the driver’s door was open but there was no sign of the driver.

He got out of his car and shouted

“Hello”

He got no response so he clambered down into the ditch and approached the car.

He confirmed the car was empty and reached in and switched off the engine and killed the lights.

He could see footprints in the snow so he decided to follow them and resumed his calling.

After four or five minutes he found a young woman in a clearing blundering about in aimless circles.

“Are you ok?” he asked and she turned around towards him the snow was still falling and accumulating on her Wooly hat.

"It's Christmas Day. Shouldn't we be watching “White Christmas?”” she said
"No” he replied “it hasn’t started yet”

“I like “White Christmas”” she said

“Why don’t you come and watch it with me then?” he suggested and took her arm

“I wouldn’t want to miss it” she slurred and turned towards him which was when he noticed blood on her face.

He guided her slowly back the way they had come and helped her up out of the ditch and into his car.

Then he opened the boot and took out his torch and went back to her car, and located her handbag from the foot well and an overnight back and coat from the back seat and clambered back up to the road.

 

As he was only half a mile from his cottage and the snow was falling thick and fast he decided the best thing to do would be take her to the Old Mill Cottage.

After he settled her on the sofa he took a moment to look at her closely.

She had a bump on her forehead and a cut above her right eye but apart from that her face had a lovely shape and symmetry.

Richard got the first aid kit and cleaned and dressed her cut then he gave her another appraising look.

He noticed she had high cheekbones and flawless skin.

But her shinning black hair and wild green set her apart from every other girl he had ever met.

"My dad wants to play Monopoly" she said "Not me though”

“Quite right” he said and tucked a blanket around her legs and then he went to phone the Health Centre and was put through to the on call Doctor.

“Hello Doctor, its Richard O’Sullivan, there’s been a car accident, a young woman has banged her head, she has a bump on the head, a cut eye and she’s a little confused”

“Ok where are you?” Doctor Philips said

“Old Mill Cottage in Shallowfield” he replied

“I can’t get there myself, the roads are terrible and I’m stuck in Mornington” he said

“What should I do then?” he asked

“I will get to you when I can or failing that I’ll get someone closer to you to attend” he said  

“Just don’t let her go to sleep”

He hung up the phone and sat on the floor in front of her and had a nonsensical conversation with her until an hour later there was a knock on the door.

He got up stiffly and answered the door to find two snow covered figures.

“Hello Richard, where’s the patient?”

“Doctor Lutchford? Is that you?” he said “Come in, come in”

“It’s a bit Wintry” Claire said and stamped the snow off her boots “Where is she?”

“On the Sofa” he replied “Is that Peter under all that snow?”

“The roads are un-drivable” he said and shook Richards hand “so we walked”

“I guessed as much” Richard said

“It’s just as well we did there are two trees down so the Childean road is blocked”

“Come into the kitchen and let Claire do her thing” Richard said “I’ll make a hot drink”

 

Claire joined them in the kitchen about 10 minutes later.

“How is she?” Richard asked

“I’ve glued the cut and redressed it. The bump seems superficial and there’s no sign of a concussion”

“Good” he said

“Is it alright if you keep her here overnight?” Claire asked “Getting about is problematic at best”

“Of course it is” he said “Peter was just telling me what it’s like out there”

“Thank you Richard that’s very good of you” she said

“I’ve given her some pain killers, just let her sleep now, but keep an eye on her and call me if there is any change”

 

They stayed long enough to finish their drinks and then said their goodbyes and disappeared again into the snowy night.

Richard made himself another mug of coffee and went back to the lounge.

His houseguest was fast asleep on the sofa, he could have carried her into the bedroom but as she was a diminutive girl she fitted quite comfortably on the sofa, so he saw no point in moving her.

He did go upstairs and brought down the duvets, one he draped over her and the other he would use himself.

Before he settled down he put another log in the burner and picked up her handbag and rummaged inside until he found her purse.

In the front pocket of a rather gaudy pink purse was her driving license and he checked the photo and confirmed it was her.

“Samantha Dunlop” he said out loud and smiled

He also checked her mobile phone and noticed a lot of missed calls, all from the same number.

“Someone is worried about you” he said and dialed the number

 

He pulled the armchair closer to the fire and made himself comfortable and covered himself with the duvet.

That was the last thing he remembered until he awoke in the eerie light of Christmas Morning with a stiff neck.

He got up and stretched and then winced when he turned his head.

He checked first his watch and saw it was after eight and then his guest and found she was still sleeping peacefully.

So he revived the fire and dropped in another log and crept out of the room.

    

Showered, shaved and dressed he returned downstairs to the kitchen.

He looked out of the window and could see it was still snowing though much lighter than the night before.

He flicked on the kettle and turned his attention to lunch.

As he lived alone he didn’t bother with Christmas lunch and all the trimmings, not because he couldn’t cook, he was a very good cook, he just didn’t bother for himself.

In fact he hadn’t done Christmas lunch since his wife died.

Helena loved Christmas and everything that went with it and so did he.

But five years earlier his love of it died along with her.

And even though that was at a different time in a different house he still didn’t put up the decorations like Helena used to.

First things first he looked in the fridge and the freezer and checked the cupboards and set about his task.

It wouldn’t be a Christmas Lunch per se but it would be a cooked lunch on Christmas Day.

Once he had everything prepared he made his drink and went back to the lounge.

It was 10 o’clock, Samantha had been asleep for more than 12 hours so he thought it was probably best if she began to come round.

He drew back the curtains and put on the radio, nothing too raucous he thought so he selected Christmas worship on the BBC, then he sat down in his armchair and drank his coffee.

Within ten minutes, helped along by a vigorous rendition of “O come all ye faithful”

She began to stir.  

He was leant back in his chair as first her breathing changed and then her eye flicked open, a little at first, and then fully as her eyes tried to locate something familiar.

Eventually her eyes settled on Richard.

“Where am I?” she asked

“You’re in Shallowfield” he replied

“Have you kidnapped me?” Sam asked

“No” he replied and chuckled “You crashed your car”

She closed her eyes again and tried to remember

“How’s your head?” he asked and her eyes opened again

“Ow” she exclaimed after touching the bump

“Are you sure you didn’t bop me on the head and kidnap me?”

“I’m quite sure” he said “Merry Christmas by the way”

“Merry Christmas?” she said puzzled “I thought I’d already had that”

She sat herself up and asked

“Did I have a bag?”

“Two actually” he replied “Your overnight bag is in the hall, and your hand bag is here”

He leant over the arm of his chair and retrieved it and handed it to her.

“I took the liberty of checking your mobile last night after the doctor left”

“The doctor was here?” she asked

“Yes”

She closed her eyes tight and tried to remember.

“You’re friend Emily called you numerous times, she was clearly quite worried, so I called her and told her what happened”

“Emily” she said in a eureka moment “that’s where I was going”

She grinned broadly at successfully accessing the memory.

“They will come and get you when the roads are passable again” Richard said

“Why don’t you call her while I make a drink?”

“Ok” she agreed

“Tea or coffee?”

“Tea please” she replied and then as he was leaving the room she asked

“Who are you?”

“I’m Richard but my close friends call me Tripp”

He had had the nickname Tripp since he first started big school he was now 35.

It was all thanks to his namesake Richard O’Sullivan whose most famous character portrayal was of Robin Tripp in the shows “Man about the house” and “Robin Nest” and thanks to reruns of the shows when he was a schoolboy the name stuck with him.

 

While he made the drinks she made her phone call to Emily which dispelled her fears of being kidnapped and she was much happier.

He entered the room with the drinks and a pack of Paracetamol

“I spoke with Emily” she said “And I am now happy that I haven’t been kidnapped”

“Good” he said putting her mug down and giving her the pain killers

“Of course Emily and I could be in it together”

“No don’t say that” she said “my head is already messed up”

 

As she finished her tea she asked sheepishly

“Could I be really cheeky and have a shower”

“Of course you can” he said and laughed “I took your bag up and put it in the spare room there’s an en suite so you have complete privacy”

“Thank you Richard” she said

“Call me Tripp” he said

“But were not close friends” she pointed out

“That’s very true” he agreed “But we have slept together”

 

He watched her gingerly climb the narrow stairs and found himself once again admiring her.

He had not looked upon a woman in that way for a very long time, when his wife was alive he only had eyes for her and after her death he focused only on his work. 

When she reached the top he said

“It’s the room on the left”

“Thank you” she called back and then she turned towards him and added “Merry Christmas Tripp”

Richard smiled and walked into the kitchen and got on with the lunch

He was an ordinary looking man in fact he was so ordinary if he were to commit a crime the witnesses to it would supply a description that would fit half the population.

He was neither tall nor short or fat nor thin, his face was not unpleasant to look but it wasn’t handsome, his hair was mousy in colour and was unremarkable.     

In summary he was not the type of man who would attract the attention of someone like Samantha.

In fact it occurred to him that only the particular chain of events that had already occurred could have brought them together on Christmas day.

“Apart from kidnap” he said to himself and laughed

                                                                   

While the Roast Potatoes were cooking he set the table in the dining room, he always ate at the dining room table, and it was a hangover from when Helena was still alive.

It was her Latin upbringing, she would always say

“Meal times are for more than just refueling”

 

After he’d laid the table he went into the lounge to check on Samantha and found her back under the duvet watching TV.

“Do you want more tea?” he asked

“Yes please” she said “can I do anything to help?”

“No, you just need to relax and enjoy the hospitality” he replied and returned to the kitchen

 

He was lacking too many key ingredients to make an authentic Christmas Lunch, Turkey, Cranberry sauce chestnut stuffing and Christmas pudding and brandy butter, so in lieu of a Turkey he cooked duck breasts, accompanied by Roast potatoes, and a selection of vegetables, desert was an apple crumble.

 

He had taken everything to the table, apart from the wine, which he retrieved from the fridge he then pushed open the Lounge door and said

“Luncheon is served madam”

“Oh goody” she responded     

When she was seated at the table he said

“It’s not your usual Christmas fare I’m afraid, but I did quite a lot of it as I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be”

“Wow it looks great and I’m absolutely starving” she replied “I can’t remember when I last ate”

Although she couldn’t remember at the time her previous meal was actually lunchtime the day before prior to Darren dumping her.

Richard needn’t have concerned himself about cooking too much because Samantha ate more than her share and still had room for two helpings of Apple Crumble.

 

Richard cleared the table and took the plates to the kitchen and found Samantha stood running the taps at the sink.

“Hey what do you think you’re doing Samantha Dunlop?” he asked crossly

“I’m washing up” she retorted

“You are my guest and guests don’t wash up, now go and sit down”

“I can’t” she replied

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t sit down” she said “I’m too full”

“Ok then I’ll let you off”

With the washing up done and two reviving mugs of tea made they adjourned to the lounge.

As the day wore on the snowfall had petered out and by late afternoon the skies cleared just as the light began to fade and the temperature dropped like a stone.

So Richard put on the lights and drew the curtains then he attended to the wood burner before sitting down in his chair.

“Would like music or TV?” he asked

“Is “White Christmas” on today?” she asked “Or did I imagine it”

“Yes it is” he replied “would you like to watch it?”

“Yes please, it’s one of my favourites”

“I know, I remember you saying”

“Really? When?”

He then explained the conversation they had in the woods the night before and she put her head in her hands

“Oh God how embarrassing” she said

“And then when we got back here you announced "My dad wants to play Monopoly””

“Now you’re making it up?”

“Not at all, you said, "My dad wants to play Monopoly, but not me though"”

“Because I wanted to watch White Christmas” she said “I was seven when that happened”

Samantha laughed at the memory and Richards’s rendition of her and then she shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked and got up from his chair and retrieved the folded Duvet she had used the night before

“Here put this over you” he said unfolding it onto her lap

“Thank you” she said and smiled

“It’s definitely chilly I think I might get my fleece” he said

“We could share the duvet” she suggested and flapped the duvet aside

“Oh, ok, yes” he said and sat next to her on the sofa and she flapped it over him.

As he nervously fumbled with the TV control Samantha’s phone rang for which he was grateful as it diverted attention away from him.

“Hello” she said

“Hi Em, Merry Christmas”

Suddenly he wasn’t so grateful for the interruption once he realized it was her friend Emily presumably to arrange a time to collect her.

There was a long tortuous silence until she said

“Hold on I’ll ask” and Samantha turned her attention back to him

“Emily says the road is still closed so they can’t pick me up until tomorrow, and could you put me up for another night, or put up with me for another night”

“Of course, you can stay as long as you like” he said struggling to keep the delight out of his voice

“Ok Hun bye”

“I’m sorry” she said

“Whatever for?”

“Imposing on you”

“It’s no imposition Sam, it’s a pleasure” he said

“Now watch the film”

 

When he woke up on Boxing Day he was thrilled to see it was snowing again and settling fast on the frozen snow of the day before.

He showered and shaved and dressed for the day and went down stairs with a spring in his step.

When he got to the kitchen he found Samantha was up before him and was in high spirits.

“Morning Tripp” she said “It’s snowing again”

“Yes I know, it looks like I might have to put up with you for another night”

“Really?” she queried

“Well I can’t see them reopening the road today in this”

"How's the head?" Richard asked her
"Better," she told him
“Good”

“Do you mind?” she asked

“Do I mind what?”

“Being stuck with me for another day”

“Not for a second” he replied and she smiled

“In that case can I cook you breakfast?” she asked

“I don’t know, can you cook?”

“Go and set the table and then you’ll find out” she said

As she cooked the omelet’s she was feeling very happy with the situation and was not entirely sure why.

Richard O’Sullivan was not the kind of man who would normally show up on her radar, she went for a very different type, he was rather ordinary.

As she dished the omelets onto the waiting plates the thought occurred to her that, that was probably why she had never landed a good one.

 

Later that day they were playing cards in front of the log burner when Richard said.

“I bet this wasn’t how you envisaged spending your Christmas”

“No it wasn’t” she agreed

“So what was the plan?”

“Christmas dinner with my boyfriend’s parents” she said

“Oh” he said barely hiding his disappointment

“But that was before I was dumped by my skinflint boyfriend on Christmas Eve because he was too tight to buy me a present”

“Ouch”

“Then I lost my job because I embarrassed a miserly customer at Hanratty’s who was too mean to buy a £25 pound bottle of scent for his wife’s gift”

“Oh dear”

“So I called Emily and she invited me to stay and then I crashed the car in the snow”

“That I can verify”

“Me too” she said touching the wound above her eye

“You managed to pack a lot in to one day” he said

“Yes” She agreed “As Christmas Eve’s go, boring it was not”

“Indeed” he said

“Christmas Day on the other hand” she began and then they exchanged a smile.

The road through Shallowfield was finally reopened on the day after Boxing Day so Emily and Matt Charlton arrived mid-morning to collect Samantha.

While Sam was upstairs getting her bag, Richard entertained the Charlton’s in the lounge.

“It was kind of you to take Sam in”

“It was nothing” Richard said dismissively

“It was my pleasure”

Just then he heard Samantha’s footfalls on the stairs

“We’re having a party on New Year’s Eve and you are more than welcome to come” Emily said

“Thank you but no I’m not much of a reveler”

“Oh do come” Sam said

“I’m not really much of a one for parties” he replied

“Well if you change your mind its flat 3 East Cliff Lodge any time after nine” Matt said and shook his hand

On the door step Samantha turned and kissed his cheek

“Thank you Tripp”

 

Samantha waved through the back window as he watched them drive down the lane and he felt a strange sense of loss.

Since his wife died he had lived in quiet isolation and he had grown content in his existence.

But Samantha had disturbed his calm and muddied the quiet waters of his life.

 

As Matt drove carefully along the snow covered roads, Emily chatted excitedly at a pitch that was only audile to dogs while Samantha was feeling lost and alone.

 

When he got up on New Year’s Eve the snow had all but gone and he still planned to spend it alone as had become the norm.

All day long he was content it would be business as usual for the turn of the year.

 

Samantha was in Emily and Matt’s spare room for hours getting ready for the party.

Hair, nails, legs, the whole nine yards she even borrowed one of Emily’s raciest dresses.

“You look gorgeous” Emily said

“Thank you” she replied “I thought I should make the effort”

“But you haven’t gone to all this trouble just for us, have you?”

“I don’t know what you mean” Samantha said adjusting her makeup.

“He probably won’t come you know” Emily said

“He doesn’t have to” Sam said

 

Richard was dressed in his smartest suit and was rushing around the lounge muttering under her breath, looking for his car keys when there was a knock at the door.

“Who’s that now” he said to himself

Abandoning his search he went to the door prepared to bark his disapproval in their direction but instead he found Samantha standing on the doorstep dressed to kill and carrying a bottle of Champaign.

“I thought if you won’t come to the party I’d bring the party to you”

She said holding up the bottle

“I was just coming to find you” he said

“Well I beat you to it” she said and smiled

“Shall we go to the party then?” he asked

“No let’s have a quiet night in” she said and closed the door behind her.