WHAT MORE BEAUTY

 

What more beauty could there be

Than in a maiden lithe of limb

With perfect elegance and grace

And a figure both sleek and trim

Beheld in the vision of a man

Who thinks she only has eyes for him

I LOVE YOU DARLING WARTS AND ALL

 

I love you Darling warts and all

Though I can’t seem to recall

When we first met at the mall

And we chatted in the food hall

You ever mentioning warts at all

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (63) A Solicitor’s Dilemma

 

Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were the firm of Shallowfield Solicitors handling Neil Kuschel’s divorce and it was during a meeting with Linda Baxter that they first made a “connection”.

And during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another a further connection when they acted on their mutual attraction.

 

She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, which he had always had a soft spot for, and the sexy way she peered over the top of her spectacles was very alluring.

So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.

 

His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of night a week at least and every time was the same he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smell her exotic heady fragrance and hear her wonderful plummy tones.

“Hello Mr. Kuschel”

But their meetings only began at the office and invariably after dinner or drinks they would end up at her house or his flat.

It was on one such occasion after they were in his bed that she said

“I could be struck off,”

“Nonsense” he replied

“No I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a client” she said earnestly

“Well we’ll just have to stay awake then” he offered

“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for” she pointed out and there was silence for a few moments

“Do you want to stop?” he asked

“What?” she exclaimed

“I said do you want to stop?” he asked

“God no, do you?” she said raising her head from his chest

“No chance” he said and kissed the top of her head

“I think I should stop” she said

“But…” he began

“No not the fun stuff” she clarified

“Phew”

“No I mean stop the client solicitor relationship” she explained

“You’ve lost me” Neil said

“I’ll hand you off to one of the others and then I can sleep with you with a clear conscience” Linda said

“Result” he exclaimed

I SHOULD HAVE TRIED MUCH HARDER

 

I should have tried much harder

Looking back upon that day

I should have fought for you

I should have tried every way

You were the very best of me

Around you my heart lightened

In your presence I walked on air

Around you my spirits brightened

 

I lost myself in my own conceit

I was consumed by self-obsession

I stopped seeing you as precious

And treated you like my possession

 

I should have tried much harder

On that day so very long ago

I should have fought for you

Instead I ran away and let you go

BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE

Because my love for you is true

There is nothing I won’t do for you

Except for this one small thing

Which is that I won’t do nothing

DECENT PROPOSAL

 

The traditional way

Is now rather passé

And may have had its day

But I will ask thee

While on bended knee

If thou wilt marry me

Snippets of Downshire Life – August Bank Holiday

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

 

On the August Bank Holiday, it was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in the Village and Alex Norris was as hot and sultry as the weather.

And the children running in and out of the house every five minutes either bickering or telling tales or saying, “Can I have?” was not cooling her down in the slightest.

So, she just carried on watching TV with her husband Carlo and tried to think happy thoughts, which was proving very difficult. 

“Thank God” She exclaimed when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice cream van playing “I wish I was in Dixie” in a neighbouring road,

“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than a jolly racist tune” Carlo said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Alex shouted to them and he dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins which he handed over to the children and they were out the front door in ten seconds flat, and the moment the door closed Carlo took hold of her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
“Behave Carlo” she protested “it’s too hot”

“Just give me a kiss” he said

“That’s not going to cool me down, that will just make me hotter” she said but kissed him anyway.

“Well if its cooling down you need then I can help with that too” he said

 

Ten minutes later when the children returned with their ice creams they found their mum and dad in the back garden where Carlo was spraying their mum with the hose pipe.