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A Journey

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:04:51 +0100

The sky was an azure blue and the clouds seemed to be stood still, behind the buildings the red glow filled the sky tapering in to pink and orange. If you blocked out the sound of the gunfire and the whiny whistle and cacophony of buildings disintegrating from the bombs falling from the sky, you could almost believe it was a beautiful sunset, instead of the glow from fires ravaging the town.

We had turned our backs and continued our journey, a journey that had taken many weeks and had led us through several towns and farms, this had just been the latest. We had not stopped in the town, it would have been too dangerous even without the bombs of the allies, the enemy was on the retreat and as such they were not happy, they were increasingly desperate and had they discovered me, us, the consequences would have been grave, fatal.

I had led the children, my family, but not mine, through muddy fields and deserted villages, searching and scavenging for food as we went. We had made some friends on the way, we had been fed despite the threat of death had they been discovered, by more than one farmer and villager. We had to flee for our lives more than once when the enemy turned up, unexpectedly, running yet again into woods and forests, to spend another cold night beneath the stars instead of in the warmth of a barn or farmhouse.

They were amazing these children, first the three that had saved my life back at the beginning when their own mother had been so cruelly taken from them, not that they had known her well, not the youngest one at least as I had raised them from their being small, they had repaid my love and years of devotion by pretending I was their Mama when the enemy had once stumbled across us, they had left us alone perhaps because they had not the time to bother with us, perhaps because the sergeant in charge had children of his own, he had kind eyes as I recall. Then the few that had somehow become attached to us as we travelled, chidlren with no homes or families, they numbered eight now.

No matter how much Mud they had to crawl through, no matter how many nights in barns and days walking in pouring rain, no matter how empty their small tummies,they never lost hope, never stopped beleiving that we would reach safety, that all would be well, that the allies would come, that someone would come, or that we would reach a place where we would have no longer the need to run and hide.

I had thought so too, for a while, my faith had never been as great as theirs, just the determination to at least try to get them to safety, that is what had brought us this far, and we were almost there, we could smell the sea, and we had grown clumsy perhaps, not been as wary as we should have been.

I looked up at the enemy that had just knocked me to the ground, the blood salty from the cut on my lips, I was scared yes, but not for me, I was tired, I had travelled a long way and tried to keep alive eight skinny wretches along the way, I had cleaned puke and crap and nursed them as they got sick, often carrying them when they could no longer walk because they were too ill, the bullet from the gun that was levelled at me might even be a welcome relief? But it was not me they were interested in Claudine was thir target, almost fourteen, she was the prize they wanted, dirty, dishevelled, and ragged did nothing to hide her beauty and youth. And they were desperate men, fleeing before the onslaught from the allies guns and bombs, as dirty and dishevelled as we, but with the advantage of the weapons they bore. And I think they were drunk too, they smelled too bad to distinguish just one scent, but they swayed and their talk was slurred as they spoke in guttural their language of what they were going to do. I knew their language, as much as I did Claudine's.

I looked at Jean Henry, he was tensed ready to spring and I knew he would die if he moved, he too knew their language, I got up from the ground, slowly so they would see I was not going to make any move, they let me rise, they were not interested in me, not yet anyway. The children gathered round me and I placed my hand on Jean's tense shoulder, I could not let them take the young ones, could not let him sacrifice himself for his sister, I watched and readied myself for the moment they would try to take her, if anyone should feel the bite of the bullet it would be me, and I would make sure that they felt the sting of my shiv as I slid it slowly into my hand.

The one, the big one grabbed Claudine and turned his back as he tried to drag her back to where the grass was softest, the other smaller one turned towards him laughing and shouting obscenities, I sprung forward and placed the shiv between his shoulder blades, hard and furious, he dropped, his gun firing as he did so. Then another shot and I felt the burn in my shoulder as the bullet bit deep, and heard the shouts of the other as he came back towards me bayonet raised to plunge, and then he was gone, blown away from us a red spray erupting from his head as he went, dazed I looked to the left where Jean stood, he was unarmed and staring openmouthed down the road, slowly I turned my head, the blood mist beginning to take my vision, I could hear boots marching and wheels turning, then a voice, a voice from home, saying, "Its ok lass, you are safe now, lets get the medics up here" he shouted at the end of the sentence and the children were cheering and crying and laughing all at the same time. They had faith see, the allies had come.

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A Halloween tale

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 11:14:58 +0100

"My da says there's no such thing as ghosts n' witches n' stuff" Johnny said as he dumped his knapsack ungraciously on the floor
"Your Da's got no 'magination" Carl replied breathlessley as he dumped his knapsack next to Johnny's and fell to his knees and then forward and rolled on to his back "Man thats a long walk!" he said
"Aye, but wouldn't be same if we brought us bikes" Josh had finally joined them, he had the largest knapsack and the tent as he was the biggest and the strongest of the three boys.

"My Da has so got magin, thingy" Johnny said fiercly "He writes books n' fings for the paper!"
"Aye but thats grown up stuff, Johnny, my mam says that when you grow up you dont see fings the same" Josh said trying to calm things down befoe Johnny attacked Carl with his fists that were curled into bunches at his side
"So grown ups dont see ghosts n' stuff then?" Johnny asked
"Nope! nor fairies or elves or goblins or.."
"Fairies!!!" Carl shouted gleefully interrupting Josh midflow "Only girls see faaaiiiriess" and he set off laughing rolling on the floor
"that why you see em! cos you're a girl! and he jumped on Carl and started tickling him "Ow! no! give up" Carl spluttered laughing and trying to roll away from the bigger boy, then Johnny joined in and the next ten minutes were spent laughing and giggling and tickling each other until all were breathless and laid on the cold grass while they calmed down.

"We best get tent up afore it gets dark" Josh said finally getting up and picking up the bag that held the tent, he emptied it out on the ground and each boy took the bits that were their responsibility, they had done this many times throughout the summer and were well practiced in erecting the tent quickly and safely. In no time at all they had the tent up and were going about preparing the fire which would keep them warm throughout the night while they told the ghostly tales that was the purpose of this trip.

They got a good fire burning and made sure there were plenty pieces of wood to keep it going through the night, each boy had extra thick clothes and a nice warm sleeping bag, at the end of October the weather was unpredictable and extremely cold, and as they boiled the old battered kettle, that they kept just for their trips, and made some tea the wind began to blow.

Josh looked up at the sky, hoping it wasn't going to rain, though his Ma had said rain wasn't predicted, and his ma was always right. Still he didn't like the look of that sky, it looked odd, somehow, a yellowish cast around the thick white clouds, he went and got the pans to make the food, none of this beans and bread stuff, his mam had packed sausages and bacon and eggs (though they might be broke, he mused to himself as he remembered the way that the knapsacks had been thrown down) black pudding, tomatos, and even taties so they could roast them on the fire, thick slabs of bread and butter, there were cooked pieces of meat, lamb and beef to have with their taties, which is why his bag had been so big and heavy, an army marches on its stomach gran had said and insisted on packing fruit and sweets as well. The others also had food, much along the same lines so no matter what happened they would have plenty to eat.

For the next hour as the light faded they busied themselves making food and setting out the sleeping bags, and when it was all ready they sat on their bags around the fire and ate the delicious food, funny how it always tasted so good done this way.

It got colder as night replaced day, and the wind though not too strong bit at the exposed hands and faces of the boys, as the night grew darker they began to tell ghostly tales in hushed voices, Josh telling the bst ones as he was the oldest and his Da had told him them before he had gone away. The two younger boys held on to his every word their faces round and white in the glow of the fire, Johnny the youngest looked round with quick eye movements expecting something wicked and ghastly looking to creep up on them.

He passed on telling tales much preffering to listen to Josh who he idolised, he had no brothers or sisters and Josh was the nearest thing he would have to a sibling, Carl told a couple, but they just made the others laugh, which annoyed him at first, but then he laughed too and all was well.

The village clock struck midnight and made the boys jump, it was eerie being able to hear it out here in the countryside, the wind began to gust and Josh got up and checked that the tent would hold. "Come on lets get the fire built up and get in the tent" he said to the younger boys "It'll be warmer in there"

Johnny was openly shivering and Josh gave him an extra thick jumper that was miles too big but he gratefully accepted, they crawled into the tent though it was big enough to walk into, and Josh closed the flaps, the boys clambered into their bags and laid there wide awake in the dark as Josh had turned out the lantern.

"Josh" Johnny whispered in a shaky voice
"What" josh whispered back
"Whats that noise?"
"What noise?" Josh asked sitting up slightly and trying to listen, it was a hissing sound, and Josh listened harder "Oh lordy, sounds like something hitting the fire, but cant hear rain on the tent, I'll go look" he said scrambling out of the warm bag and shivering as the cold air hit him.
He opened the flap of the tent to find thick white flakes falling in front of him, they were falling on the fire and making it it sizzle as they melted.
"Its snowing" he cried with the glee that only children can find in the freezing cold in the middle of the night.

He grabbed his coat and left the tent pulling it on and zipping it up, the others followed, laughing and catching snowflakes in their hands though they melted straight away. The snow had already covered the ground and they began to scoop it up and fashion it into balls to throw at each other, they ran around the camp site shouting and laughing and snowballing each other. The snow swirled thicker and harder, the wind began to whip it against their faces and their hands, which by now were icy and numb. The soft snowfall had turned into a raging blizzard and they could hardly see in fornt of them. Josh turned to go back to the tent, but he couldn't see it, he couldn't see little Johnny either, "Johnny" he called into the wind "Carl!" he called the other boy "I cant see you, where are you" he shouted
"I'm here" said a small voice at the side of him "I'm awful cold Josh" he turned and Carl was there, but no Johnny
"Lets find the tent and you can get in there while I look for Johnny" Josh said placing his arm round the younger boys shoulders, he headed in the direction he thought the tent was in, he couldn't see it, he headed in the other direction, nothing, he walked round and around in circles, now he was cold and though he wouldn't admit it to the younger boy he was scared too, not of ghosts and ghouls but of the snow and the freezing cold, and the fact he couldnt find Johnny.
"You boys shouldn't be out in this weather" said a gruff voice beside them, Josh jumped and turned to find a man all bundled up against the weather "young un's at my farmhouse just over here" he said to Josh "you best come too lest you freeze to death" and he turned to walk away, Josh hesitated, he knew about strangers, the man looked back, "You have a choice young un, you's come and be warm and safe or you's stay here and freeze in the open, he needs to get warm" he said pronouncing warm as though it rhymed with harm, and pointing at Carl.
Josh sighed, he had no choice, it was his job to keep the young ones safe, and he needed to see Johnny and make sure he was ok.
"This way" the man said and set off "Keep up, else the snow will hide ya"
Josh and Carl hurried after the man, in a few minutes they were passing through a gate and then through a door and into a huge kitchen with a blazing fire, in front of which Johnny sat with a mug that smelled very much like hot chocolate. The man took off his coat and took the coats from the boys and hung them up "Sit yesen down " he pointed to the fire, next thing each of them had a mug of steaming hot chocolate placed in their hands. He left the room and came back with blankets and pillows "make yesen comfy in front of fire, its gonna be a long night" and he once again left the room, switching off the main lights and saying a gruff goodnight.

The boys settled down in front of the fire, whispering about the man and the chocolate, and the snow and what could have happened and what would happen to their tent and stuff, gradually the blazing fire began to die down and the warmth made them drowsy and each one dropped off to sleep.

Morning came with bright sunshine and the smell of frying bacon and eggs, the boys eagerly gathered at the large farmhouse table and demolished the breakfast which was accompanied by huge slabs of bread and butter and jam, and huge mugs of tea.
"I'll take thee back to thee tent now" the man said
"We have to thank you, Mr.." Josh said in his best grown up voice "For helping us last night and for the lovely breakfast"
"You can call me Sam, and twerent no bother" the man replied as he put his coat on.

He led them back to the tent through the snow unerringly, and told them they should set off home.
They turned to the tent which had fallen down under the weight of the snow, and when they turned back, he was gone.
"Funny guy" Josh thought as he began to unearth the tent and the packs from the snow, thats what his mam said about people like that, they looked up when they heard the sound of an engine, it was Johnny's dad and mam, come to get them in the big jeep.

"We were worried about you, with this snow, we didnt know until this morning else we would have come last night, are you all right?" They asked fussing him, " come on in the jeep boys, lets get out of the cold"

Once back at Johnny's they found Carls mam and dad and Josh's mam waiting int the big warm kitchen, they immediately began fussing over the boys " we were fine" Josh said shoving his mothers fussing off "didn't see no witches or ghosts and stuff though"

"No but being out all night in that cold, its a wonder you aren't all ill"
"We wasn't out all night Ma" Carl said
"We were at Sam's farmhouse, he rescued us out of the snow when we couldn't find the tent, and we had chocolate and a huge breakfast and everyfink" he grabled in a rush
The Adults all stopped and looked at each other
"Who did you say?"
"He said his name was Sam" Josh said taking over "He took us to the farmhouse by the meadow"
"Josh, there is no farmhouse by the meadow" his mother said quietly
"Yes there is!" Josh retorted "We all were in it last night, we had hot chocolate, like Carl said, and he made Bacon and stuff....." he trailed off when he saw the looks on the faces of the parents as they looked at the kids and then at each other.
"Come on" Johnny's dad said and he took the car keys and made them all get in the jeep, he drove them back to the camp site and took them through the meadow where Sam had taken them the night before, there at the end of the meadow was the ruins of an old farmhouse, most of it had fallen down and just the shell was laft standing, no wondows and doors hanging off.

"A farmer called Sam Martins lived here many years ago" Johnny's dad said quietly " Once when me and your Dad Josh and Your Dad Carl, camped out and the snow came like last night, he took us in and fed us and kept us warm, he died that winter, over twenty years ago, trying to rescue his sheep, it was a bad winter"

The boys looked at each other and back at Johnny's dad "But you dont believe in ghosts" Josh breathed "I didn't, but maybe now I do" he said as he led them back to the car.

The boys followed quietly, maybe they dreamed it, but they knew they hadnt, they had camped out on halloween and had been saved by a ghost, wow how wicked was that!! thought Josh grinning.

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Little miss mouse

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 21:25:37 +0100

"you'll be fine" they told me as I nevously stood gazing at the reflection in the mirror, the same thoughts going through my head, over and over, "what the hell am I doing?"

I am a jeans and T shirt gal, long baggy jumpers, boots or trainers, and here I was wearing stilletos and a short skirt with a not loose enough top that showed skin between waistband and the bottome of the top.

Still a challenge is a challenge and I accepted it, though this was one that I was beginning to wish I had taken a forfeit on.

Arriving at the audition I wished even harder that I had not accepted, the girls surrounding me were beautiful, all glossy hair and nails and pearly white teeth, some of them wearing even less than I was!

"What the hell am I doing?!" I thought again as I stood nervously eyeing the other girls who all looked so cool and 'with it' I on the other hand was most definately without it. My looks could be described as 'classical' at least thats what my last boyfriend had told me, "You are not pretty, but you have a classical beauty" I was never sure if that was intended to be a compliment or not? But, I had never thought of myself as anything other than plain, so it was better than nothing, he was of course long gone by the time I was stood here among the beautiful women, having decided he would rather have pretty and blonde. Me I had a chestnutty sheen to my hair, brown with red in it, neither here nor there, and stood amongst the hot redheads and steamy blondes in this suddenly overcroded room, I felt small and insignificant. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror my green eyes looked troubled and less like emeralds and more like winter grass.

"Thats it" I thought to myself, as the next blonde and beautiful womans name was called, and all the others tittered and giggled, turning I walked to the door and wrenched it open, I may not stand a chance in between this bevy of beauties but I knew how to make an exit!

Except that didnt go quite as planned either!

I walked out of the door, well sort of, half way through and straight in to a guy, I stepped to the right, so did he, I stepped to the left, so did he, I drew a deep breath and looked up saying "As much as I love to dance I dont think this is the right place" and looked into the blueist eyes I had ever seen, he smiled a dazzling smile
"whats the rush?" he asked in a low knee melting voice
"I have to go" how did I not stammer?
"Have you finished your audition?" he asked
I laughed and looked back at the room full of melting beauty and then back at him, he was just a guy, handsome, tall and the stuff dreams are made of, but with that room full of pickings I was bottom of the pile.
"I decided not to bother" I said as I sidestepped him and walked to the outside door "I will pay the forfeit instead" and I walked out into the sunlight.

The next thing I knew my hand had been grabbed and I was being pulled back to the hallway, and into the room, quite ungraciousley I might add! Not being used to highheels I almost fell flat!

Straight through the room and into the audition room where a panel of three very bored looking people were sat at a table listening to the latest blonde beauty deliver her lines "What the hell do you think you are doing!" I spluttered at the tall man, he ignored my question and looked at the three bored looking people who were all gazing at me, he then looked at the blonde and said
"thank you we will let you know" and turned away and proceeded to ignore her

"Can you ad lib" he whispered in my ear

Can I ad lib?

" You made her cry" I threw at him, meaning the blonde who had fled the room in tears
"Didnt you want me to?" he threw back
"Why would I want you to hurt someones feelings?" I asked increduously, or as near as I could manage, yes I could ad lib, it was a game we played. along with the challenges.
"Do you have any?"
"We are not discussing me, we are discussing you" I flicked my hair,
"We never discuss you, you never let me know what you want" he said forlornly, damn he was good!

I gave him the best melting look I could muster and said softly "You know what I want, can you not see?"
He stepped closer and laid is hand on my face
"I had hoped" he said quietly as his face came closer and his eyes looked straight into mine.

"Bravo" came the shout from the table just before his lips met mine, at least I thught they were going to.

He straightened and looked towards the three at the table "she has the part" "definately" "agreed" they all said.

What!

Everything after that was pretty much a blur, auditions dress rehersals, the show, and of course my social life.

Now, well I no longer feel second rate, every single day is like a new day, because of my new career, no not exactly, more because of my new husband, I had a choice that day, do the audition or pay a forfeit, the forfeit was a blind date with one of the guys friends, one we had never met as he was a well known director and was always busy.

It turns out the guy I bumped into was the director friend, and he already knew about me, I asked him once did he make me do the audition cos he didnt want the blind date, "no" he told me, "I fell in love with your picture long before I met you, I told him to send you to that one, so whichever you chose challenge or forfeit, we would meet"
"Pretty sure I would fall for you, then" I asked
"No, just hoped, and if you hadnt then I would have followed you until you did" he finished laughing.

Of course I am no longer allowed to accept challenges or do forfeits

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The Soldiers Tale

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 12:59:53 +0100

He sat resting his back against the wall, the small,strange red flower clutched in his hand.
Battle weary,fatigue and pain etched themselves in the lines upon his face, a face that was barely twenty but looked fifty.

He gazed at the red flower, he had not meant to pull it from the ground. When he had seen its beauty shining against the backdrop of blackened buildings and brown muddy fields he had limped, staggered and finally crawled to reach the source of that beauty.

He looked across the route he had come, these precious fields, each one paid for with blood, pain and death. He tried to remember the person he was when first he had set foot in this foreign land, bright, willing and naive. His uniform fresh and new, his buttons and boots gleaming.

Had he really believed that his presence would cause the enemy to flounder and fall? A small wry laugh escaped his lips as he recalled his disgust at the bedraggled appearence of those already there on the front line, how his romantic notions of warfare had been eradicated by the vile stench of urine, vomit and blood in the mud filled trenches where sleep was but a distant dream.

He had cried many times those first days, as his friends and comrades fell at his side, great wrenching sobs of pain and grief. He no longer cried, his friends all gone and only comrades left that he ate and fought with, they fell you stepped over them lest you fall too.

Each week the promise of home is spoken, soon boys, soon!

His gaze shifted to the left, his imagery disturbed by something on the edge of his vision, at first all he could see was the ruined rooms of the farmhouse whose wall he sat against, oh, no there it was! The warm glow of the fire in the kitchen Hearth, there on the rough flagged floor the rugs that Mama had made, sitting in the chair at night painstakingly weaving the bright colours together to make the place look cheerful and welcoming.
The tall china dresser Papa had fashioned from blocks of wood, after the accident that had left him unable to walk without the aid of a stick, filled with delicate china bought from the proceeds of the bits of furniture he fashioned for others. His sisters legacy for when she was grown and married, only she had never reached womanhood, taken from them days before her fourteenth birthday, he missed her still.

The table laid for the evening meal, silver cutlery gleaming on the crisp white cloth, three places set. As he struggled to think, three places, the couple stood by the glowing fire turned, looking at the doorway, at him, smiling and proud as they were the day he left.
And now he knew he was going home.

A long deep sigh issued from his lips and a single tear traced a path down his cheek, trembled and dropped on the blood red flower as it tumbled to the ground.

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Rainy Days and Mondays

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 23:53:30 +0100

Why was it that it always rained on Bank Holiday Monday’s? It was like some law had been passed that said no matter what it had to rain on the Mayday Bank holiday, of course it made no difference as everything was now in the house and she only had to start the sorting and unpacking.

She stood leaning on the doorjamb looking at the disorder that was her front room, her hallway, and if she ventured further it would be the same in every room. The kitchen was the only room that didn’t look like a dumpsite for an auction house. She had the stereo on, the first thing she had unpacked as there was no way she could do all this work without music.

That had been one of the problems she mused as she listened to the strains of Bach flowing gently over the room. Her music, she had to have music whatever she was doing, classical for some moods, rock, jazz, dance, country, her tastes were varied and wide. He however had only liked music when he went out, and occasionally when he was in ‘the mood’, which was rare, he disliked rock, thought classical was for ‘old people’ and country was for the Americans. She sometimes wondered how she had stayed with him for six years. And yet she had, they had bought a house together and just drifted along, arguing and fussing about the silliest things, together yet apart.

She wondered how long they would have gone on like that if it hadn’t all come to a head that day over an innocent coffee with a work colleague? The arguing had gone on for two days and finally she had said she couldn’t take it anymore and she didn’t even know why they were still together. He had walked out and then came back and for the next six weeks they had pretended everything was fine, they knew it wasn’t and they stopped and had a long talk, calm and collected, mostly, at the end of which they had agreed it was time to part.

Time passes, life moves on, he had met and moved in with someone new within three months. She had dated, on and off, but apart from the fact that she was in no hurry to give up her freedom and independence just yet, she hadn’t met that special someone, the person that could make her laugh, though she had to admit, finally that staying in the house that she had bought with him had been a mistake, she had given up on finding the ‘right’ guy and found the right home instead.

And so here she was, new house, new town, new job, well that wasn’t quite true, same firm but she had been promoted and after three months of commuting she had found it easier to sell up and move nearer to work. Of course it was just her luck for it to rain the day she had moved, and though she had got away with no muddy dirty footprints on the new carpets, she wouldn’t be able to go out in the garden (One of the things that had sold the house to her) and look at the beautiful view (the other thing that had sold the house) and she had run out of sugar for her coffee, and only had a little milk left, removal men like their tea, apparently!

She sighed and turned back towards the kitchen to place her mug in the sink and carry on with the unpacking, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she didn’t look that bad really, at thirty she still had the smooth skin of a younger woman, green eyes and Auburn hair. Maybe her nose was a little too long. She couldn’t understand why she had never found anyone special, maybe she was a little too fussy, she wanted someone that was different, that would make her laugh. She carried on into the kitchen and as she went she made mental notes of all the little things that needed doing in there to finish it off.

For hours she worked steadily at unpacking and sorting and placing all her belongings where they were supposed to go, she hung curtains and covered cushions, and it was only when she rose from the floor after picking something up and went dizzy that she realised that she hadn’t eaten all day. She made her way in to the kitchen opened the fridge and took out the sandwiches she had made early that morning before leaving the other house, she turned and filled the kettle, and it was only as she reached for a clean mug that she remembered that she had no sugar left, she looked at her watch, just after nine and a bank holiday, there would be no shops open. Ah well she would have to have it without, she reopened the fridge and took out the milk carton, empty, well there was a drop, damn, black sugarless coffee didn’t appeal and she really didn’t want to open the wine or she wouldn’t get anything else done tonight.

A knock at the door made her stop in her tracks, who on earth would possibly be calling, her work colleagues? Unlikely, she made her way to the door wishing she had picked Max up from her friends house instead of leaving him overnight, she never felt uneasy with the big German Shepard about.
She put on the safety chain and opened the door,
“Hi” the guy on the step said smiling “I live next door, just thought you might need these, it being bank holiday and all” and he passed her a bowl with sugar in and a jug with milk in, he then backed off still smiling “fetch them back tomorrow when you’re done” and he was off down the path before she could get the chain off the door.
“Th,thank you” she finally managed to stammer to his retreating back, he just lifted his hand and waved, she closed the door and just stood there, finally registering the pots in her hand, she had been so mesmerised by the blue eyes and the husky voice.

“What are you thinking about?” a husky voice said breaking in to her thoughts, she turned and smiled at the tall man walking across the room to her, those blue eyes still had the power to mesmerise her.
“The day we met” she answered playing with the gold band on her finger “A day like today, a rainy Monday moving day”
“Ah but there is one difference” he said as he placed his arms around her and rubbed the huge mound of her belly.
“Oh what’s that?” she asked laughing
“I made sure we got plenty sugar and milk” he answered as he kissed her

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