Tuesday, 21 December 2021

Snippets of Downshire Life – Christingle Girls

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that it was the best and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, was home to Abbottsford Town football club and benefitted from the renowned Winston Churchill Hospital as well as Abbottsford Cathedral.

It was at the Cathedral where the Christingle service was being held which well attended as usual as there were children and families there from all around the diocese. 

 

The Christingle Service had become ingrained in Anglican worship though it had its origins in Eastern Europe and the Christingle Service is a Service of candle lights, where very many years ago people gathered in the street, sang carols and collected gifts to help the less fortunate in the community.

It is a beautiful candle lit service of hymns, carols, recitations and bible readings, but Christingle goes beyond a candle light service and it tells a story.

A story is told with the symbolic use of the following items:
An orange representing the world.
A red ribbon tied around the orange to symbolize the blood of Jesus shed for his people.
Toothpicks decorated with dried fruits and sweets placed at the four corners of the orange representing all the people of the world.
A lighted candle in the centre of the orange represents the gift of the light of Christ to the world.

Firstly, the children make the Christingle lights in Sunday school, and then they carry them proudly in procession into the church where they are lit for the service.

 

Because the symbol of the service began life in the Sunday School classes the leaders also attended to watch their charges and from St Hilda’s were Matt Genner, Paul Hill, Diana Sherlock, and Pamela Skeet.

 

Diana Sherlock thought of herself as a plump girl but in reality, she was just a couple of dress sizes bigger than her best friend.

In every other respect she thought she was ok, with her luscious Auburn hair and an abundance of freckle and was a tall girl, but that hadn’t been enough for her to get her anywhere with Matt Genner, and she was convinced he didn’t even know she existed, but she had been in love with Matt since she was 12 years old and she was now 18.

 

Matt Genner and Paul Hill were cousins and had black hair and wild gypsy eyes and were also 18 years old and good-looking boys, and were very popular with the girls, but the sort of girls who kept throwing themselves at them were not the type of girl they were looking for.

 

Pamela Skeet was 17-year-old and she was pretty, tall and slender girl with long dark hair and she was on the outside at least ultra-confident and ultra-popular with the boys who she kept dancing on strings, but they were not the right boys.

She was always immaculately turned out, painted, perfumed and powdered and ready to impress Mr Right.

But apparently, he was never looking her way, whoever he might be.

But for all her big talk and bravado she was fast approaching 18 and hadn’t even been kissed.

Because she was pretty and because she knew she was pretty, Pamela always talked big when it came to the opposite sex, and her friends bought into it.

But it was all bravado, if one of the men she flirted with actually came on to her she would have run a mile.

Outside she was sexy and confident but inside she was a shy and dowdy little mouse.

 

Pamela was convinced she was never going to be kissed and especially not before she reached her 18th birthday.

She could quite easily get a kiss in time if she acted like a tart, but she wasn’t a tart and she wanted her first kiss to be romantic, not desperate.

Meanwhile Diana was still dreaming of a romantic affair with her prince charming Matt Genner but was resigned to the fact it would never happen.

 

The two friends finally confided in each other during December

“You fancy one of them?” Pamela probed “Which one?”

“Matt” she reluctantly replied

“How long have you fancied him?” Pam quizzed

“Since I was 12” she replied

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked

“Because nothing will ever come of it” Diana said definitively

 

But Pam was very persuasive, and they made a plan, so on the afternoon of the Christingle service the girls did each other’s makeup, so they could each snag themselves a dark-haired Gypsy eyed boyfriend.

“Wow” Pam said “I look really hot”

“Not bad eh?” Diana said admiring herself in the mirror

“I look about 20” Pam said, “Don’t you think?”

“21 maybe” Diana added

“Shall we go to the pub with them then” she suggested

Diana thought about it for a moment and said

“I don’t know” she said “I look rubbish”

“You can borrow something of mine” Pamela said

Diana reluctantly agreed so half an hour later they were laughing and joking and on their way to the Cathedral.

At the same time Pamela and Diana were doing their makeup Matt and his Cousin Paul were just leaving home themselves for the same destination.

 

The Christingle service was lovely, and the huge congregation thoroughly enjoyed it but for the girls it caused a problem for them as they lost track of the boys, but unbeknown to them they had also decided to go to the pub, fortunately they also chose the Castle.

 

Pamela hadn’t been to a pub before and although she looked old enough to be in there after the makeover, she had no ID, so she went and found a table and Diana bought the drinks.

 

The girls were sat at a corner table facing back towards the bar.

“Look who’s just come in” Pamela said, and Diana looked up and saw their prey standing at the bar.

As soon as she saw them Diana got all flustered and her cheeks flushed.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pamela asked

“Nothing” she said trying to look anywhere but at the bar.

“Just play it cool” Pam asked and glanced at the bar just as Matt looked across at them and smiled

“He’s looking over here” Pamela whispered

They both smiled back at him and then Diana said

“Well he’s not looking at me, is he?”

 

Diana spent the next 20 minutes sneaking glances at Matt as he laughed and joked with his cousin, every now and then he would throw a glance at her and she would look away.

There were a number of girls who approached them but whatever they were after they left without it.

Pamela suddenly got up and announced she was going to the loo and almost as soon as she left there was movement at the bar as Matt started walking towards Di.

“Hi Diana” he said

“Hello” she replied “Pamela’s gone to the loo”

“I know I saw her go” he said “it was you I wanted to talk to”

“Me?” she said incredulously

“Yes you” he replied

“Why?” she asked

“Blimey you don’t make it easy for a bloke” he said

“I don’t understand” she said

“I wanted to ask you something while Pamela was in the ladies” he explained

“Oh, I see” Diana said with a sigh “you want her phone number I suppose”

“No” Matt replied with surprise “Why would I want her number?”

“Sorry?”

“I wanted to ask you out” he explained

“Me?” she said incredulously

“Oh no not again, yes you” he replied

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for ages, but I can never get you on your own, so I never get a look in”

“Seriously?” she asked 

“Yes” he replied “So?”

“Yes” she said

“Now was that a question or an answer?”

“Definitely an answer” she said and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Good” he said, “now can I get you a drink?”

 

Matt walked to the bar just as Pamela returned from the toilet and Paul joined his brother at the bar.

When he first walked to the bar and saw Diana sitting at the corner table he congratulated himself on his choice of venue and hoped Christmas had arrived early and seemed he was not to be disappointed.

 

“Well?” Pamela asked when she returned to the table.

“Well what?” she replied

“Did he ask you?” Pamela asked

“Yes” she said excitedly, and they hugged

“But how did you know?”

“Paul told me” she replied

“But how did he know?”

“Matt told him?” Pamela said

“Oh”

“Anyway, Paul told me” she said “and then he kissed me”

“Where?” asked Diana, wide eyed with curiosity

“On the lips stupid”

“No, I mean, where?” she explained “Where were you when he kissed you”

“Oh outside” Pamela clarified

“What were you doing outside?” Diana asked “Apart from being kissed”

“Well I went to the loo” Pamela explained “and when I came out Paul was there waiting for me and he told me no to go back to the table because Matt was asking you out”

She paused for breath

“Which was taking forever by the way, and we were blocking the door, so he suggested we went outside and that was when he kissed me, in the moonlight, it was very romantic”

“Wow” Diana responded “And did he ask you out as well?

“Yes” she said excitedly, and they hugged again

“Who’d of thought it, I have a date”

Diana said

“Me too” Pamela squealed just as the boys and the drinks arrived.

 

After they were on the way home from the bus stop they split up.

Paul turned left so he could walk Pamela home and romantically kiss her in the moonlight once more and Matt and Diana turned right and walked slowly hand in hand in the moonlight, as they were in no rush to get home.

“Fancy that, I’m walking hand in hand with Matt Genner” she said inside her head

While Matt was thinking to himself how lucky he was.

 

“Was that romantic enough for you?” Paul asked moments after his lips left hers

“It was acceptable” she said

“Perhaps I should have another go” he suggested

“Definitely worth a try” Pamela said obligingly

 

When they got to the end of the path that led to her front door they came to a halt and he turned to face her, and he kissed her soft lips, in a long and sensual kiss.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that” Diana said

“Me too” he concurred

“How long?” she asked

“A couple of years, almost three to be precise” he confessed

“I was 12” she admitted “when I first noticed you like that”

“Was it worth the wait?” he asked

“It was for me” she said

And then her kissed her again which she took to mean “me too”

 

So, the Christingle Girls got their dark-haired gypsy eyed boys and had them hook, line and sinker, and they were all set to have a very happy Christmas indeed.

 

 

 

 

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (76) A Poor Little Rich Girl’s Christmas

 

Sarah Atkinson was 21 years old and an only child who lived with her parents in a huge 10 bedroom house in the village of Shallowfield on the edge of the Dancingdean Forest, and she had led a very privileged life and she was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what she wanted.

 

So when the Quinn’s and the Dowd’s came to stay for the family Christmas gathering in the 1990’s and she set her cap for the formers son Mike, and she fully expected to get her wish and he would fall for her. 

He was two years older than her with black wavy hair and wild gypsy eyes and a muscular well-toned physique that made her swoon.

 

She was certain sure that with little or no effort on her part her Cousin would soon be in her bed because she always got what she wanted.

Sarah wasted no time in making her move, so on his first night beneath the Atkinson’s roof she waited for the house to fall silent and then tiptoed across the landing wearing only a cotton shirt unbuttoned from top to bottom.

She opened the door and stepped inside to find Mike sitting up in bed reading.

“I thought you might want some company”

She said

“Yes, but not you” he replied coolly

Sarah ignored his retort and climbed on to the bed and sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with legs astride him.

“So are you pleased to see me?”

“Ecstatic”

“Kiss me then” she said but he did nothing   

“Kiss me Mike” she demanded

“I don’t think so” he retorted

“Come on you know you want to” she said

“Yes” he agreed “but not you”

“What?”

“I don’t want to kiss you” he repeated and pushed her off him and slipped out of bed

“You’re rejecting me?” she said in disbelief as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the door.

“Yes I am” he said

“That doesn’t happen, I’m young and gorgeous, and I don’t get rejected” she explained “I am the one that does the rejecting”

“On the contrary” he said and shoved her out the door just as Deirdre Dowd was coming the other way.

Deidre was smaller, plainer and less showy than Sarah so her jaw dropped when she saw the mousy little thing walk into Mike’s arms.

“You’re passing on me, for that?” she said angrily

“Always” he replied

“I am superior to her in every conceivable way” Sarah said

“What does she have that I don’t?”   

“My love” he replied and closed the door in her face.

“Bastard” she said under her breath and stood in the darkness trying to figure out what went wrong, until light spilled onto the landing and highlighted Sarah’s depressing moment.

Also illuminated in the light was Deirdres 20 year old brother Tom

“Come here” she panted

“Why?” Tom asked

“Because Christmas has come early for you” she replied.

 

 

 

THE BEST PRESENT YOU CAN EVER RECEIVE

 

The best present you can ever receive

Does not possess any monetary value

Yet is more precious than pure gold

It’s the gift of someone loving you

I LOVE THE FESTIVE SEASON

 

I love the festive season

When it’s cold and freezing

Then my favourite thing to do

Is to cuddle up close to you

DARLING I LOVE YOU

 

Each and every day

I say these words to you

Darling I love you

Then every Christmas

I say these words to you

Merry Christmas Darling I love you

And every New Year

I say these words to you

Happy New Year Darling I love you

 

And every time I say it

You look at me and say

Whatever

Monday, 20 December 2021

Snippets of Downshire Life – The Shortest Day

 

The village of Clarence is in the Finchbottom Vale, which was nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.

The Vale was once a great wetland that centuries earlier stretched from Mornington in the East to Childean in the west and from Shallowfield in the south to Purplemere in the north.

There were only three small bodies of water left in the Vale now one in Mornington, one in Childean and third of course was Purplemere, which is where Clarence is situated and where our story takes place.

 

It was the shortest day of the year and it was a cold and grey December morning and there was a biting wind that made Paul Knights skin tingle and take his breath away as he busied himself running errands around the village.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards The Rose and Crown where he took refuge in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire.

Paul was preparing to get on the outside of a pint of Mornington Ale and a large Brandy when his eyes were drawn to the centre of the room where a striking blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.

She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink rose petal.
He noted that her eye, kind of crinkled up, and that combined with a slight inclination of her head, gave him the impression she was confused and he assumed her confusion was over whatever it was she was studying.

He took a sip of Ale and turned his attention to his newspaper and then he noticed that the room had got brighter and looked up to find a flash of golden light in the hair of the blonde as if her golden curls had ignited, but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey December skies.

He smiled at the sight of the sun, because it was the shortest day and to have that short day full of greyness and gloom was quite depressing and he would have been content with the sun’s appearance for that reason alone, but then Paul’s gaze fell upon the Blonde again and he realised the sun had made her squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects the shaft of sunlight brightening the room, or setting her blonde curls ablaze, it had also rendered her blouse quite transparent and she had little else on beneath it, and each sneeze caused the contents to rearrange themselves rather delightfully within her non-existent blouse and her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality, he took a moment to look around the room and realised he was the only patron looking in her direction and was therefore enjoying a private show, but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped, but he was pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with lustful fascination as she took each subsequent breath, while she was blissfully unaware that her blouse had become translucent.

Of course, he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying it too much.

Her sneezing fit had obviously rearranged her assets to such an extent that she needed to make some corrections to the dispossession of her assets.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Paul up more than the fire and the Brandy, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure, but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted his gaze, but he preferred to think of it as a Christmas treat, or a gift from the pagan Gods on the Winter Solstice.

 

 

Snippets of Downshire Life – Feast of St Thomas

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and it was in the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill where Illustrator, Kim Labuschagne, was attending a dinner party on St Andrew’s Day, at the home of local celebrity, children’s author, Alesha Khan.

In addition to the hostess Alesha, was St Lucy’s Church Warden, Henry Appleby, Russell Glavin, Curate of same, Alesha’s brother, artist Zach, Literary agents, Jayson and Kathryn Mercer, Actresses Kerry Freeborn and Sharon Blackburn and Tim Street who was a Local Historian, so it was an interesting bunch.

Kim had known Alesha since they were at school and apart from being best friends, Kim also illustrated her children’s books, and as a result she had become well known in her own right and her work had become well sort after, so life was good, but not quite perfect, yet.

Although the dinner guests were indeed interesting her interest was very much in one among them and that was Tim.

When the time came for them to take their seats Kim found that she was seated next to Zach Khan, but he was completely absorbed by Sharon who was opposite him, but Kim had no interest in him anyway because she saved all her attention for Tim Street who was sat opposite her.

Tim was a local historian who was the Curator of the Sharpington History Centre, and he was at the dinner party because Kim asked Alesha to invite him.

They met one rainy Friday afternoon in October, Kim entered the History and stood dripping on the doormat for several minutes before she ventured further.

“Can I help?” Tim asked the tall skinny girl as she dripped on his floor.

 “I do hope so” she replied brightly

“I’m looking for information about my family name”    

“Ok I’m sure we can help with that” She said, “What’s the name?”

“Labuschagne” she replied proudly

“Oh excellent” he replied as he brushed his sandy hair off his forehead “That’s a cracking good name”

“Thank you” she said with a laugh “I like it, and so far, as I know I’m the last one”

“Well come and take a seat and you can tell me what you know over a cup of tea” he suggested

“Oh yes a cup of tea would be lovely”

On that first meeting they spent more than an hour together while Kim related everything that she knew about the family, firstly the facts, names and dates and the anecdotal information which may or may not have been true.

Tim’s immediate interest in the skinny young woman was her name, he did a lot of research of the kind she was looking for, but unlike hers they were very common, such as Wilson, Brown, Andrews and Cooper of which there were very many in the county, so to be asked to undertake research on Labuschagne was refreshingly different.

But an interest in the name was soon surpassed by one in the young woman herself, and in particular her company, although she was unaware of the fact.

Kim had only gone to the History Centre in order to get some help and pointers, but the nice Sandy haired Historian was so helpful and friendly that when he offered to research her name with her she didn’t hesitate to accept.

So, over the following weeks she went to the LHC to meet with him almost every day and with each subsequent visit the importance of her original visit waned while her attraction to Tim grew exponentially.

However, she was not able to shake him from his primary interest in the research which was why she asked Alesha to include him on the party guest list.

But despite the fact that they were seated opposite each other during dinner and talked non-stop about a range of topics, and they both enjoyed the others company, they parted at the end of the evening without securing a date.

However, he did ask if she needed escorting home, but she had to say no as she had already told Alesha that she would help her clear away, she kicked herself for not foreseeing the possibility that he would ask, she was however encouraged that he had asked though.

With the arrival of December came more demands on her time so she wasn’t able to spend as much time with Tim at the LHC, but she looked forward to the times that she could spend with him and she enjoyed every minute she was there, but she made no progress on securing a date.

It was her birthday on the 21st so that was her target and failing that she wanted him on her arm by Christmas.

The problem was that as the days slipped, because Tim was as efficient as he was gorgeous he was likely to have completed his research before she had got her man.

And her worst fears were realised when he phoned her two days before her birthday and told her he was finished.

“Oh great” she said “And so soon”

“When can you pop in?” Tim asked, “Can you do tomorrow?”

“Oh yes I think so” she said unable to think of a reason not to

“Brilliant I’ll see you then” Tim said “Bye”

After she hung up she chastised herself for dithering, but in the end, she couldn’t make it as she was tied up all day with Alesha and her publisher discussing the illustrations for the new book, so she didn’t make it to the Local History Centre until the next day, which was her birthday.

“Hello” he said when he saw her, and she instantly smiled

“Hi Tim, sorry about yesterday” she said

“No problem let’s go and sit” he said “The kettle has just boiled”

“Lovely” she responded

They were sat down at the table with only the remnants of tea left in the mugs when Tim said

“I have a full record of The Downshire Labuschagne’s up to and including you, and as it’s your birthday I had it bound in Leather”

“Wow” Kim said, and as she studied it tears filled her eyes “It’s beautiful”

“I’m glad you like it”

“I love it” she said and stood up and hugged him “Thank you, in fact, let me buy you lunch as a proper thank you”

“Oh, I was going to take you to lunch for your birthday” he said

“Well how about this, I’ll take you for a thank you lunch and then you can take me for a birthday dinner tonight”

“Ok that’s a date” he said

“I do hope so” she said and took hold of his hand