So here we are again, after many distractions, back to my story. Look at that delicious breakfast. They call it a ‘Full English’, eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes, beans and of course……black pudding. This would be served with fried bread and toast. Not sure if I could eat all of that now, but I used to love waking up to a breakfast like this. I know back pudding (or blood pudding) is hard for some people to stomach, but I loved it. I hope you enjoy chapter four of my story. This is romance with a twist. I do believe in love and romance, but in my stories it is a secondary factor. This story still makes me smile when I read it. Not sure why, maybe it just brings back a lot of young and innocent memories, reminding me of how I was when I was 17. I hope this makes you smile too.
Steven (I kept trying to call him Steve, but it just didn’t fit) was still fast asleep on the bed beside me, fully clothed, and looking as if he hadn’t moved all night. I was very relieved that I had woken up first because I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked awful. Mascara all over my face, dress crumpled from sleeping in it…Yuk! I grabbed my bag of toiletries and my dressing gown and headed down the hallway to get a bath and make myself presentable. The big grandfather clock at the end of the hallway said 8:30, so we had managed to get a good night’s sleep, and I actually didn’t have a hangover, maybe I should make champagne my regular tipple. I wish I could afford that luxury. That stuff had been about fifteen pounds a bottle, and we had three bottles last night. In 1974, that was enough to feed a family for a week, or enough to keep you in booze for a month.
I ran a nice hot bubble bath, and lowered myself into it. It felt good, I allowed myself to relax for a few minutes before washing my hair and getting dried. The bathroom was getting pretty steamy so I opened the window, but only a crack. Burr, it was cold, it was very cold. It wasn’t snowing heavily, but I could see ice particles glistening in the air. It did the trick though, the steam escaped out of the window and I was able to clear the mirror enough to see myself. I towel dried my hair to get most of the wetness out and then headed back to my bedroom. Steven was no longer sleeping on the bed, so I quickly got dressed before he showed up again. I sat on the stool in front of the dressing table and put on my ‘face’, I still smiled about putting make up on. My mum always used to sit and put her ‘face’ while I watched her. She never wore much make up, but always sat there and applied it under my watchful eyes. I missed those days. Life was much easier when you were young. I had just finished putting on my makeup and was spraying myself with perfume,( j’reviens by worth) when there was a tap on the door. I was about to shout “Come in” and then thought the better of it, just in case it wasn’t Steven. I opened the door to find one of the hotel staff standing there with a trolley loaded with food, some of which was covered with big stainless steel domed lids. Wow, breakfast in my room, I did feel special. I ushered him in and he laid out breakfast for two on the table by the window. He uncovered two plates of egg and bacon, with fried bread and mushrooms. There was a pot of tea, orange juice and also a dish of strawberries. My tummy started rumbling at the sight of it. Just as he finished setting it out on the table my weekend fiancée appeared. He was a wonderful sight, standing there in the doorway in jeans and a big bulky sweater. Clothes just looked good on him, they probably looked good off him too, but I didn’t think I was ever going to see him minus clothes. He was going to make some man very happy some day, when he found the courage to ‘come out’ anyway. The porter left the room and Steven and I sat down and had breakfast together. I thought the morning may be awkward, but really it wasn’t. We chatted about the night before, and he thanked me for making the evening such a success. I kept telling him that I hadn’t really done anything, just enjoyed a pleasant evening, with good company. I had actually been a pretty spectacular evening, but I didn’t want him to know that. We lingered over breakfast, both of us knowing that we would probably never see each other again. It was a shame really because we were enjoying each other’s company, but it was always going to be a friendship, nothing more. Finally after spending way too long over breakfast, Steven stood up and told me we should get going. His flight was at three o clock that afternoon, so he needed to be back at the army camp by noon, and I really needed to get on my way back home as the snow would definitely slow me down. Steven went back to his room and collected his belongings and I did the same thing. I hadn’t really unpacked anything, so there wasn’t much to put in my case, but I certainly didn’t want to leave anything behind. I put Steven’s beautiful ruby and diamond ring back in its case ready to give to him. I checked the room again and stepped out into the hallway. Steven’s door was open so I went into his room, he was standing looking out of the window in deep thought. “Penny for them” I said and he turned around and smiled. He grabbed his green army overnight bag checked around the room again, and then came over to the door. I held the ring out to him, and he shook his head. “No, you keep it” he said “My grandma would have liked you, so you should have it” “I can’t, it’s worth way too much” I told him, it really was an antique. He looked troubled, as if he didn’t know what to do and then said “OK, well you hang on to it for now, it seems only right, then you can give it back to me when we meet up again, we probably will you know, so just hang on to it until we do”. I almost felt like singing the old Vera Lynn Song “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day”. I really wasn’t sure we would ever meet again, but it would be nice if we did. Steven actually looked like he may be about to cry. I walked over and gave him a big hug, and he hugged me back, very tightly and then we turned around and left the hotel. I stopped at the front desk to pay, but the bill had already been taken care of. I really had been treated to a wonderful week-end. It was all a little overwhelming.