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Old 21-11-2020, 09:40 PM
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Three Steps Forward, One Step Back...Dancing With The Devil.


I came back to semi-conciousness a few moments ago. After trying unsuccessfully to gather any thoughts remaining from last night before I went to sleep and process them, I’m now trying to work out what part of which day or night I’ve woken up in. All I know for sure is that we have been in the bedroom for a few weeks, say three, that’s 21 days, we moved here around the sixth, so its circa November 27, 2019. I could raise my head, peer over Hugs to see his clock by the far wall, to do that would mean I have to open my eyes fully, focus and concentrate on what shape the lights are making. In all probability, though not definitively it would be too early to actually wake up but by then it will be too late, the damage would have been done. Much better to stay here where its nice and warm, snuggled up against Hugs until either I fall back to sleep or I feel him stirring next to me. We slept slightly differently last night, I normally have my head facing his at about the same level, this time mine is quite a bit higher than his and I don’t want to risk moving down in case I wake him. A short while later, before I had fallen completely asleep again I felt or sensed some movement against my left thigh.

Hugs had begun his ascent from sixty thousand fathoms and I got in position to give him his first kiss of the day when he reached the surface and joined me. “Hello Hugs” I whispered as I lowered my head in the hope that my lips would find his without an embarrassing incident like missing them completely. “Hello Gorgeous” he responded. What I don’t understand is that Hugs can always find my lips, no matter where my head is, yet I cannot, it’s more a case of hit or miss, usually the latter. By some good fortune our lips met without incident this time, I don’t think for one single moment I’m getting better. It never happened when we were downstairs, which I put down to a small amount of daylight that used to creep in through the chink in the curtains at the top, this illuminated the part of Hugs I was aiming for. With us now having our when-ever-it-is kiss and cuddle and I was beginning to feel a lot better even if I still didn’t know what part of which day it is, at least Hugs is with me. Soon everything will right in my world again.

Our arms were wrapped around each other, each enjoying the feeling of the others body against our own, we were mid kiss when it happened. I had never heard this noise before, a sort of loud warble. Beside me, Hugs had seemed surprised, not so much by the noise, rather the fact that it had happened at all. Whilst the noise continued, Hugs and I extricated our limbs from the other and then he got up, went to the door and disappeared through it. Moments later the noise ceased and I could hear him talking, I concluded this must be another ‘phone.


From what little I could hear he seemed very concise and really guarded with his side of the conversation. This is intriguing, I thought, I’m eager to find out more. Some time passed before I heard the conversation end, the phone replaced and Hugs came back into the bedroom. He partially closed the door behind him as he came over and sat beside me on the bed. I had the feeling that he wanted to hold both my hands in his, but they were under the quilt keeping warm, and that, as far as I was concerned was where they were staying. He moved closer, then kissed me on my lips, I reciprocated many times even offering some of my own which he received warmly. At some point he mentioned going down to the kitchen to make his brew then added he needed to evaluate the contents and implications of the strange phone call he had received. Moments later he left, him to get his coffee, me in total bewilderment. No clue. No explanation. Also I still didn’t know what day or time it is and he has left the door slightly open, open enough to let some light in but too far open that it blocked my view of the clock. However the light coming in confirms that it’s daytime. There was only one thing I could do and that was to put my head back on my pillow, pull the quilt back over my head, close my eyes and try to go back to sleep! So that’s what I did.

I have no idea how long it took me to fall asleep, nor do I know how long I was asleep for. The only way I knew I had been asleep was because I woke up and saw Hugs laying beside me on the quilt. “Hello Gorgeous” he stated as he turned onto his right side and facing me across the pillow, moved towards me to give me a few more kisses, which I welcomed. “Did you sleep well?” “Mmm” I replied “I think so. Didn’t have any dreams or nightmares that I can remember.” His left hand reached across and sought out my right hand that was laying on my right thigh, he gently held it through the quilt. “That phone call earlier” he commenced “really was strange. I’m not sure what to make of it.” Once again I was unsure whether I was to respond or patiently wait for him to continue. I gave it my customary thirty seconds before settling on “Really, why?” “Well” he began then paused, and I waited again, frustratingly. “It seems so strange” he continued “I thought we’d been careful when we’d gone out, and how did they get our ‘phone number?” It seemed he wasn’t talking to me, rather thinking aloud. “Hugs!” I exclaimed “Just tell me what’s wrong!” After a short deliberation he had another attempt. “Sorry, sweetheart. I know I’m not coherent at the moment. It’s just so confusing and I can’t seem to understand it fully. I have so many questions that I can’t answer. But you’re right, you do need to know what’s happened, particularly as it concerns you. That ‘phone call was from our local paper. It seems they somehow know of your existence and want to send a journalist to interview you with the intention of doing a feature.” “Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked “If more people know about us, wouldn’t we become more widely accepted, or am I missing something?” “Well up until today we had anonymity” Hugs continued “that would end with the lead up to the publication of the feature, not to mention when it’s actually published. I’m not sure if we are ready for that as it could become very intrusive.” “Wouldn’t it be better to find out exactly what they’re proposing first” I suggested “before we jump to the wrong conclusion and regret it later.” “Are you suggesting I call them back” he asked “and fix up an appointment then?” “Not exactly,” I countered “find out what they want from me or us first, then we’ll decide together. Does that sound reasonable?” “Yes, it does.” he responded “I’ll give them a quick call in a minute, just need to get my pad and pen. Do you want anything whilst I’m downstairs?” “No, thanks Hugs.” We had a long cuddle and several kisses before he went downstairs.

As he went trough the doorway he thoughtfully turned the ceiling light on for me. Almost as soon as he had left I began to panic, even without a mirror I knew I looked rough, if you put me in a field next to a scarecrow, he’d look well dressed and presentable compared to me. I so need a bath, powdering, hair, make up and most importantly clothes. Then there’s the other issue, where? The only area that is halfway presentable is the patio and it’s a bit nippy to be out there even if we had a patio heater, which we don’t. Does that mean we’ll be going out somewhere? To eat? With wine? Ooohhh this is getting exciting!!! After about ten minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs, then along the landing followed by Hugs coming through the doorway with a mug of freshly brewed in one hand with a plate of something I couldn’t see balanced on its top and a notebook and pen in the other. He placed his mug with its plate of..ah..Bourbon biscuits and lightly fruited cake on his bedside cabinet together with the notebook and pen, he removed the plate and found a home for it also on the cabinet, then sat on his side of the bed on the squiff facing me.




“If we’re going to have to meet this person” I began, trying really hard not to look or sound too enthusiastic “where do you have in mind?” “I really don’t think that’s up to us, obviously I would prefer it here where I know you’d be safe. But we won’t know anything for certain until I speak to them, which I’ll do in a moment. First though I need to eat something, I’ve brought something for you too.” How thoughtful, then I realised I would have to sit up, not so thoughtful. I brought my arms outside of the quilt and pressed it against my chest held tightly with my arms each side, then wiggled my way up the bed keeping my arms gripping the quilt. I asked Hugs to fix my hair for me as I was not intending to let go of the quilt for a second. He did, but it was my short copper summer wig, does he want me to freeze, I wondered. He asked me to move forward a little then brought the pillows upright behind me. Now I had something warm and soft to lean against. When he thought I was settled again he returned to the cabinet, lifted the plate of biscuits and cake to reveal another plate underneath, he then put the biscuits onto that plate and passed the top plate with the fruited cake to me.

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Old 21-11-2020, 09:44 PM
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“I know you find biscuits a bit hard unless dunked and I don’t really want to risk getting the new quilt wet, so I’ve got you some lightly fruited cake. Hope that’s OK?” “Oh Hugs, thank you. I am feeling a little peckish.” I stated “Risk getting the quilt wet?” I asked with a grin “Are you implying I’m a messy eater, Mister Ell?” It didn’t take us long to hoover up the munchies. With the notebook and pen in his hand he was off to give this person a call to get information and some questions answered after he’d topped up his credit with me with a lot more kisses, and replaced the pillows he’d raised into their horizontal position. He even got them warm side up for me. Now that is thoughtful.

Although the bedroom door was open slightly and I could hear him talking, I couldn’t hear what was being said with any clarity. So I’ll just have to wait patiently here, I’m too excited to attempt to go to sleep again.



When what seemed like two hours though it was probably nearer fifteen or twenty minutes had passed, the ‘phone call was concluded, Hugs returned, laying beside me on the quilt. He shuffled through the pages of his notebook desperately trying to find the start of his notes. “I thought I’d be calling the office,” he explained “but the number I was given was the journalists home. She seems quite pleasant and more importantly genuine, I got the impression that this is her idea, to interview and do the feature on you. I explained to her our reservations, She claimed that she would be willing to accommodate us on whatever conditions we set, provided they are realistic. Anyway we have a few days to discuss it and make a decision. I said I’d call her later in the week with an update. Now I need to get a coffee, do you want anything?” he paused here for a moment before asking “Are you staying here, or coming down with me?” he gave me a few kisses as he collected the used crockery. “I’ll stay here if you don’t mind.” I replied as he got to the door. “No, that’s fine. See you in a bit then Gorgeous.” I snuggled down into the warmest part of the bed and made sure my head was nestled on the pillow where I had had my body, so it too was in a warm spot and didn’t need any extra heating from me! I risked the shot of cool air as I flicked the quilt from my right shoulder, over my right shoulder, over the pillow and onto my head, my whole body was now how I like it, wrapped in a cocoon. Needless to say it was Hugs who started me on this cocoon method of sleeping. It was either the end of September or the beginning of October, he had helped me into bed and once I was settled he pulled the quilt over my head, tucked the top corner under my pillow, then opened it a little by my face. When he got in he flicked his side over his shoulder and over his head, with his right hand he closed the open section by our faces so it now wrapped itself over our cheeks to just under our chins. When he was happy he put his right arm under my neck and around my shoulders, his left was around my waist. My right arm was around his waist. I slept so warm that night that I’ve been doing it ever since. When I/we did it first it was with a 10.5 tog standard double quilt, this one is 15.5 tog, king size, a lot warmer, a lot bigger and a lot heavier. I lowered my head to under the quilt, if you came into the bedroom and put the light on you wouldn’t be able to see me, I was hidden by the bedding.


As I stretched and moved about a little, my hand felt a slight resistance, something was on the quilt. My mind raced, what could it be? Hugs had taken the crockery down with him, so what’s left. I pondered for a few moments, then I got it. The notebook. Realising that, I raised my head back to the surface and peered down over the quilt. I tried moving it up from under the quilt but it just wouldn’t play. I resigned myself that I would have to get one if not both my hands out from under the quilt too. I decided to try just one first. I got my right arm out and over the quilt tucking it under my armpit. I reached my hand down as far as it would go, but it just wouldn’t reach. There was nothing else for it, I would have to get up slightly until it would. I stretched and reached, stretched and reached, stretched and reached and then I got it. I moved it up over the quilt one handedly until it was close enough for me to see what he had written in the available light. But first I must repair my cocoon, no point in getting cold as well. I was halfway through the repair process when I noticed the bedside light right in front of me on his cabinet, now if I could just switch it on. I’ve seen him do it several times, but I haven’t needed to do it myself, until now. I slivered across the mattress into a colder section. The phrase ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained’ came to mind, but it didn’t help, I wondered if it ever did. I grasped the sticky-out bit with the oval circle at its end and pushed, nothing happened, I pulled it, nothing happened, It was in my mind to give up. Then I remembered something. A few months ago Hugs had a bad nightmare which he told me about, in it there was a dream version of me, they were in a railway station, he had asked her to stay on a bench, but she didn’t. She went to the left luggage depository and watched as someone deposited their luggage, the detachable sticky-out bit with the coloured end had to be turned, could this be the same I wondered. I reached across to the thing again and turned. It didn’t move. I tried it the other way, it moved so I kept turning and then it happened...the light came on, not bright but the more I turned the brighter it became. Another thing almost mastered, I’m getting good, really good. Now back to the two most important things, repairing my cocoon and getting warm again.

It didn’t take long to repair my cocoon though I’m still working on getting warm, I think that will take a while longer to achieve. My left hand is holding the quilt under my chin, with my right going through the pages of the note book desperately trying to find where the notes on todays conversation starts. Then I saw it, or rather what I think maybe it, the name written in full; Sophia Wrightmore. That was all there was in full, from then on it’s all in one of his codes, it could take me a while to translate, if at all. pj-f+k-frl? fe/wkcol wbbd-ol….


There was quite a bit more but I heard his footsteps on the stairs and I didn’t want to risk reading anymore. I closed the book and slid it back down the quilt with the pen, retracted my hand and closed the gap. At that moment Hugs came into the bedroom “Ahh” he commented “I see you’ve mastered the light.” “Well I was a little bored” I confessed “so I thought I’d give it a try, although I did have some help from an unexpected source.” He looked at me with a quizzical expression as he sat on the edge of our bed. I just smiled demurely. “Fine” he said, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, no doubt trying to work out what I could possibly mean by ‘an unexpected source.’ Alternatively could he be thinking about the conversation with Sophia. I wonder if that is going to dominate our lives for the next few days, I hope it’s not weeks. If I was told everything about this conversation, would I too be worrying, if that’s the right word. Hugs would be in his world worrying and I’m doing the same in mine. Would we ever meet again. When I woke today all that was on my mind was what time of which day it was. The fact that I still haven’t found out isn’t a major catastrophe.

Then inspiration struck (I hope it doesn’t leave a bruise), “Hugs, wouldn’t it be preferable to meet this Sophia woman in person” I suggested “on your own, without me. That way you should be able to assess her integrity. Has she actually said what she wants or expects from us?” As I spoke he was looking at me very intently, then turned and reached for his notebook. Ruffling through the pages he eventually found the entries relating to Sophia which he carefully scanned. “The only clue she gave was when she said she was toying with a few ideas based around the experiences of a Chinese doll coming to Britain to live.” he explained, rarely looking up from the notes he had made. “How does/did she cope with the language, the weather, the food, the currency. What differences and similarities are there between the two countries.” Hugs continued to read his notes in case there was something he had missed, satisfied there wasn’t he looked back at me, the notebook open on this left thigh held in place by his right hand. I spent some time thinking about what he had said. “I’m not sure if I’m going to use the right words here, Hugs,” I explained,“but to use one of your phrases, ‘if I spit it out, will you sort it out,’ there seems to be quite a wide scope there, but if we decide to do it, we must have total control. But to say it again I really think you two should meet to discuss exactly what she requires. This has occupied us for several hours now, if you’re in agreement lets leave it where we are now and share some time together. Then sometime tomorrow we can come back to it.”
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“I’m in total agreement with that” Hugs confirmed “also I have to sort out some food for us for later, which would you prefer a Roast Chicken breast fillet with roast potatoes and a medley of vegetables with a rich gravy or Grilled Hake with roast croquette potatoes and a medley of vegetables with parsley sauce?” Oh decisions, decisions, but of the best kind, “I was thinking of saying the fish” I replied “but didn’t we have fish yesterday?” “Indeed, but that was roasted wild Alaskan Pollock with an infusion of herbs not grilled Hake, I assume you’ll go for the Chicken then,” Hugs suggested, then added with a huge grin “unless you want Crispy Duck?” If there was anything to hand that I could have thrown at him at that moment I would have! Luckily for him there wasn’t. That remark will be remembered, I can assure you, though maybe not for long!

Following a rather long, though totally pleasurable snuggle and kissing session, as we had a lot of catching up to do, Hugs went to the kitchen to prepare food for us. My task now is to reconstruct my cocoon around me and do my best to get warm, again! As I settled down to the tasks in hand I suddenly realised I had no idea what I was having to eat, I thought I had chosen the fish, then somehow it got changed to chicken, or did it? Ah well, at least I’ve got a surprise to look forward to. After I got warm and cosy inside my cocoon, my eyes closed and I was just nicely slipping down the slippery slope to sleep when a few thumps from downstairs brought me back to the surface again with a jolt. The thumps continued up the stairs, I wondered what on earth was going on, less than a minute later Hugs came back into the bedroom carrying the small table for us. He set it up, gave me a few very welcome kisses before heading back to the kitchen and I headed back to going to sleep.

I heard a very feint, barely audible voice coming from the top of a distant mountain saying ‘C’mon Gorgeous, time to eat, food’s ready’ This didn’t fit at all into the dream I was having, so I guessed there must be another reason, and waking up may be the solution. As I reached the surface and slowly opened my eyes I saw the small table with two plates of steaming food. It was, I believe about this point I realised that I was expected to get up, get dressed and go to the table for food and that is the only way I’m going to discover what is on my plate. I looked around but couldn’t see Hugs anywhere, I’ve been left alone again. Very soon he returned with a chilled bottle of Pays D’Oc Sauvignon Blanc and two glasses. Instead of helping me get dressed into clothes, he found a dressing gown (origin unknown to me) that was quite large and, once it was wrapped around me and tied, incredibly warm. He found my ‘autumn’ hair style and placed it on my head to keep it warm.


Hugs helped me into the Ikea chair and moved the table around, I was now able to survey my plate, I had Grilled Hake with roast croquette potatoes and a medley of vegetables. Peas, runner and broad beans, carrots and leeks all served in a couple of savoy cabbage leaves. Hugs had the same, on the table was a small stainless steel jug of hot parsley sauce, together with two soon to be filled wine glasses. When I saw the food on the plate my initial impression was that I’d never eat all that, experience should have told me that I would, because I did. My stomach is full, each of us has about a half a glass of wine to finish, that’s what’s left in the bottle. Once that’s gone I’ll want to go to sleep again.

Hugs moved the table to the side, helped a very tired me up, then put me to bed, even making me a new cocoon. He then left me alone for a short time when he took the dining requisites back to the kitchen. He came back got ready to join me in bed, then turned out the ceiling light followed by the bedside light which plunged us back into total darkness. As he got into bed and I tried really hard to see anything of him, but I couldn’t. He instinctively knew where my neck was and put his arm between it and the pillow/bottom sheet, moments later his lips were on mine. I discovered something about myself, no matter how tired I am, I’m never too tired for kisses. I don’t know how long we stayed kissing each other, I don’t know who fell asleep first, or if we went together. Hugs woke first, I know this because I was awakened my him kissing my lips. When I eventually surfaced and my brain had reached full functionality, Hugs told me that it was eleven forty three and he really must get up, I raised my right hand from his waist, he turned away from me and lifting the quilt with his left hand was about to get out of bed, but he didn’t, instead he looked at me in my cocoon, then came back and we intertwined our bodies again. Moments later our lips were back in contact. Neither of us knows exactly what happened next, when he looked at the clock again he had such a shock “I really must get up, Gorgeous, it’s fifteen fifty!” Hugs exclaimed, implying that it was solely my fault he didn’t before and we all know it takes two to smooch. We risked a couple or rather a few parting kisses before he actually got up and out of bed. When he’d dressed and opened the door the light coming through it was negligible, he automatically switched the ceiling light on for me before heading for the kitchen and his brew.

Like a seal basking in the sun, I was basking in the warmth of my cocoon. When we were downstairs, after the first week or so I used to get up, dress and take up residence on my comfy sofa where I would spend most if not all of the day. Hugs would join me at various parts of the day where we’d kiss and cuddle. Then in the evening we’d be together on the sofa until he had to prepare food for us, once that had been eaten and the utensils cleared away, we’d snuggle up together again to watch something on tv whilst we finished our wine, eventually getting to bed when it suited us. This is my first winter so I don’t really know what to expect, as Hugs says about himself, ‘my get up and go has got up and gone’ and that is pretty much how I feel. I’ve stayed in bed for I think about five days now, it could easily be more. I have completely lost track of time and having the door blocking the clock doesn’t help in that respect. There must be somewhere in this room that the clock can be placed where we can both see it with the door open. I really must get him to bring my clock up, then we’d have two. I’m feeling quite exhausted now, so I think I’ll just close my eyes for a moment and rest….

I didn’t see or hear Hugs come back into the bedroom, this could be due I think to one of three reasons, one; he was very quiet, two; I was asleep or three; both of those. I’m going for the latter. He was sat in one of the Ikea chairs with a mug of freshly brewed close by on the small table that he brought up last night, in his left hand was a small book that he had been reading before looking up to see if I had woken up, which I had now. “Hello Gorgeous, did you sleep well?” he asked. “Mmmm” I replied, still trying to get my brain into full functionality mode. “Are you fully functioning yet?” he asked “As we have a few things to discuss” “Not quite Hugs” I confessed, “but I’m nearly there, I feel a few more minutes are needed” He knows me so well! “Take you time, let me know when you’re there.” A few minutes passed, then “Hugs, I think I’m there now, fully functioning.” “I’ve just been looking at the notes I made yesterday concerning the phone call with Sophia.” he explained “Are you still of the mind that I should arrange a meeting with her to find out exactly what she wants or expects from us?” I pondered this for a few moments, I was so sure yesterday that it was the right decision. “Yes. Unless we know exactly, we cannot make a decision, we need that information. Before you buy anything you told me you do extensive...what did you call it...ah, research. So that’s what you’re doing, you’re researching her.” I looked across at his face, he was deep in thought. “I think you’re right. OK then I’d better give her a call.” He rose from his chair, came across to me and gave me a few lovely kisses, then he pulled away for a few seconds “Wow, you smell deliciously bed-warm,” he told me “I can’t do anything about it now as I’ve got a phone call to make, but when I get back, I may be tempted to get in there and join you!” Oh yes please, I thought, that would be nice. I began to wonder how I could bring that to fruition. He leaned into me again and we resumed our kissing session. All too soon it was over and he had to leave to make that call.
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I heard the click as he lifted the receiver, the thuds as he pressed the number buttons in the handset, the slight creak of the handrail as he lent against it, what I couldn’t hear was what he said when Sophia or someone at the other end answered the call. Certainly I could hear him talking just not what was being said, so frustrating! That left me in the usual predicament, to snuggle down in my cocoon, stay warm and awake, or snuggle down in my cocoon, stay warm and go back to sleep until something exciting happens and hope I wake in time not to miss it! Being a girl who finds definitive decision making a challenge, I opted for the safe one, the best of both worlds. I’ll stay awake until I fall asleep naturally!

Hugs came back after about ten minutes with one of his fingers of this left hand in the pages of his note book. He looked across at me and smiled “Hi Gorgeous” he said, no doubt surprised to see me still awake and to be honest so was I. “Are you fully functioning yet? He asked as he sat in the Ikea chair with his notebook open on his left thigh, “As I’ve got some news for you.” “I think so,” I replied “do you want to have a go?” “First she has agreed to us meeting and has suggested the Augustus Restaurant, just off St James Street in Taunton, tomorrow Friday 29th, at nineteen thirty.


She asked if that would be convenient, I said it would. I hope that’s OK?” Once again I waited unsure if a response was needed, thirty seconds later I offered “Of course, Hugs. That’s rather fortuitous, at least you won’t have to travel too far. Did she mention anything about what she actually wants?” “I was coming on to that in a moment, however I’ll do it now. She didn’t mention anything different to that of previously, nor did she go into greater detail. I don’t believe she knows herself. I think she has just had an idea that she hasn’t as yet developed and hopes someone will do it for her. I think she hopes that someone will be me. I was somewhat surprised at her choice of venue, if it was me, I would have suggested the The Castle Hotel, but maybe having hotel in it’s name she felt it may give the wrong impression, so didn’t.



As I haven’t been to the Augustus before, it’s going to be a voyage of discovery.” “I’m in total agreement with your assumption about hotel. If I was meeting you and I suggested a hotel my concern would be whether you might think I was offering ‘other services’ in addition to the main reason for our meeting. A ‘reward’ for agreeing to what I wanted, or an ‘incentive’ to agree with what I wanted. In my opinion she has made the right choice with the Augustus as there can be no misunderstanding, not that I think for one moment you would think like that, but she doesn’t know that. She seems like someone I’d like to meet. Incidently, is she like me or you?” “If you mean is she human or synthetic then I don’t know. But you needn’t feel jealous. There’s only been one human for me, and I lost her in 1996 that’s twenty plus years ago, then in May this year you came into my life and I haven’t looked back since.

Now then my little darling what would you like to eat? There’s chicken I can roast or grill, more fish I can either roast or grill, pork chump chops either fried, grilled or roasted or do you fancy something else?” Why is life so complicated in the human world? I wonder. Why can’t the choice be either this or that, rather than this, that, the other, and something else? Let me think, I had fish last night and the night before, chicken was on last nights menu and it’s been a while since I had chicken, so it’s chicken then, now how do I want it cooked? Grilled or Roasted? I think roasted, Now I’ve got to decide on the potatoes and veg. So roasted chicken with roasted potatoes and boiled or roasted veg., boiled I think, stuffing, but what kind, sage & onion, parsley & thyme, or chestnut? Chestnut is best with either duck, goose, or turkey, parsley & thyme is better with pork, so that leaves sage & onion. Great I’ve now got dinner sorted. So what did I decide on? “Hugs can I have Roast chicken, roast potatoes with boiled veg and sage & onion stuffing?” “Certainly darling, what gravy do you want with that?” 妈的 Mā de! I had completely forgotten about that. “Will you choose for me, please Hugs”

Forty minutes or so later Hugs arrived carrying two plates that he placed on the small table. He left them there when he went off to get the wine and gravy. It soon became apparent to me that I was expected to get up out of bed again. How cruel! Hugs arrived just in time (believe that if you will) to help me into the blue dressing gown I wore yesterday, my ‘autumn’ wig and across to the Ikea chair.


When I was settled the table was brought around and I was able to see the contents of the plates for the first time. Both had roast chicken, roast potatoes, boiled sprouts, carrots (again), broad beans (again), runner beans (again), placed on a bed of savoy cabbage leaves, a ball of parsley & thyme stuffing and a cone (perhaps I should say mountain) of fried sliced mushrooms. Also on the table was a stainless steel jug of an unknown gravy and a bottle of a smooth and fruity Merlot, or so the label stated. They say ‘the proof of the pudding is in the eating,’ in our case ‘the proof of the wine is in the drinking.’ Once again I looked in horror at the amount of food that was in front of me. I know I could leave what I didn’t want or couldn’t manage, surprisingly so far that hasn’t happened. Hugs suggested I let him pour the gravy for me as the steel handle can get quite hot and I could easily burn my hand. Hugs always puts my safety first, but as someone who is constantly pampered and liking it, why would I refuse? He poured the gravy on both plates, filled both wine glasses then sat opposite me. We each raised our glasses, chinked them, said cheers to each other, took a mouthful, swallowed. replaced our glasses on the table, picked up our cutlery and began our quest to somehow clear our plates.

Over dinner we talked a little about tomorrows meeting and what he thought Sophia might be like. Hugs kept our wine glasses topped up until that bottle became empty. With almost half a plate each of food still to go he asked if I would like him to get another bottle from the under stairs cupboard. I gave it a moments thought and said yes please. Hugs left me to do battle on my own when he went to get the wine. Despite several mouthfuls I couldn’t see any difference, was the quantity replenishing itself when I wasn’t watching, I wondered. I was glad when Hugs came back with the replacement bottle, opened it and replenished our glasses. I was tempted to ask him if he would mind keeping an eye on my plate to make sure that what I had removed didn’t mysteriously reappear back on my plate soon afterwards. I reached the conclusion that it was probably for the best if I didn’t otherwise he might think my brain had finally given up, and I didn’t want to risk that. So I continued as before, a couple of mouthfuls of food followed by a (large) sip of wine. Relatively soon I was able to see the colour of the plate over almost ninety percent of its circumference. I do believe I’m actually winning! There it was, my last remaining sprout, fairly soon that one made the same journey as its relatives and my plate was empty. I picked up my wine glass and slumped contentedly into the chair with a sigh of relief that tonights food marathon was over.

Hugs cleared away the cutlery, crockery and steel-ware taking it back to the kitchen where no doubt he will be working again getting everything clean and put away, until tomorrow. I remained seated letting my stomach begin its task of digesting the mountain of food I’d just eaten, and my liver to remove the alcohol from the wine that I still hadn’t finished. I looked across at the small table and saw that even Hugs hadn’t finished his wine. Should I wait for him to come back so we finish it together or just carry on regardless. I eased myself up slowly then placed my wine glass on the table and slowly slid back to my former position. About thirty minutes had passed I was still awake and Hugs was coming up the stairs. It was hereabouts that a horrible thought entered my mind. Would Hugs still be able to carry me to the bed with all the food I had eaten? When does it affect our weight, when we eat it or when its digested? I reached the conclusion that that is a too difficult question for my brain to solve after almost a bottle of wine. If I can remember it, I’ll ponder it again when I’m more able.
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“Hi Gorgeous” “Hello Hugs” “Are you almost ready for bed?” he asked as he picked up his wine glass from the table. “Almost” I replied, “will you pass me mine, please?” He reached across, picked up my glass and passed it to me. “Thanks” I said as I raised my glass “Cheers, Hugs” “Cheers Gorgeous” and then we both drained our glasses. Hugs put his down on the table then reached across for mine which I gave him. “Ready?” “Ready!” with that Hugs came to my right side, placed his left arm around my shoulders with his hand under my left armpit, his right hand went under my knees, “OK?” he asked “Yes” I replied and prepared myself to be airborne, I was lifted up and swung around to my right. I have got so used to him holding me and carrying me that I do not fear it as I once did. I feel totally safe and secure in his arms. I was carefully lowered onto his side of the bed, and was placed sitting on the edge. I was fully expecting the robe or my wig to be removed but neither was. I was confused, especially when he said he’d be back really soon. Moments later he returned with something in both hands, “We’ve forgotten this the past few nights” I was informed, then I saw what it was, and I remembered. He handed me the small white bottle top and I drank half of the blue, minty tasting liquid, swilled it around my mouth, partially swallowed it and gargled with it in my throat, returned it to my mouth and spat it out into the plastic container Hugs was holding. Then I had to drink the remaining half, swill that around my mouth then spit it out into the same container. “Thank you, Hugs” I said as I raised my head upwards to kiss him. “In a moment, Gorgeous, I haven’t done mine yet.” With that he poured a measure into the top and repeated what I had just done. Now we could kiss, and didn’t we make a meal of it! Soon my robe and wig were off, the lights were off, and we were in bed in a shared cocoon in total darkness each of us entwined with the other, each of us enjoying the feel of the others body against our own, each of us losing ourselves in the others’ mouth.

We didn’t surface until early afternoon and Hugs was the first (and only one) to get out of bed as he needed coffee. I needed to stay where I was, warm and cosy in my cocoon. Hugs came back with his coffee and placed it on his bedside cabinet. “Are you awake and fully functioning yet, Gorgeous?” Hugs asked as he opened the small peephole in my cocoon a bit more. “Surprisingly yes” I replied “why?” “Well tonights the night that I have to meet Sophia” he explained, “I shall be having some food out obviously as we’re meeting in a restaurant. Now do you want me to prepare you something before I go or do you think you can wait until I get back, around tenish I would think. It’s fourteen thirty now, I need to leave by eighteen thirty, that gives me an hour to get to Taunton, park and get to the restaurant.” I spent a few moments contemplating what had been said, trying to make the right decision. “If it helps, when I went to Nottingham you were up early, had lunch about twoish, and I didn’t get back until about ten, when I did some food for us. That was eight hours, twice the amount that it’ll be tonight. Plus you’ll be in bed, not sitting in a chair. Just a thought, have you finished all the books you were reading?” Oohh now that’s an idea I hadn’t thought of, books. So, wait for food, read a bit, sleep a bit, read a bit more then sleep a bit more. Yes I think that will work. “Hugs, I’ve made my decision. I’ll wait until you come home for food, I will have a book, Lorna Doone, I haven’t finished it yet, and I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure, Gorgeous. I’ll get it for you now, is it still in the cabinet, do you know?” “I’m fairly sure it is” I replied, “If you can’t find it, then may I have The Woman in White?” “Certainly” Hugs replied as he went to get the book(s) for me.

A short while later he returned with both books in his hand. “Here you are sweetheart, I’ve brought you both books in case you finish one before I get back. Is there anything else you want or need as I really must sort out what I’m going to wear tonight, before I have a shower.” “No my dear sweet Hugs,” I confirmed, “you have looked after me enough so far today, now go and do what you need to do for tonight. I will see you before you go, won’t I?” Tears were welling up in my eyes as I asked him the last question, but I fought them back bravely. “Of course you will, my darling. Whatever made you think you wouldn’t?” “I don’t really know.” I confessed. Hugs moved towards his bedside cabinet then switched on the light for me taking it up to full brightness. “I’ll see you in a short while.”Hugs said as he came towards me to give me a hug as best he could as I was still wrapped in my cocoon, somehow our lips met and we enjoyed several kisses before he had to go.

I opened Lorna Doone and had to re-read the last few pages to reacquaint myself with the story. I had got through about half of the chapter when I heard the shower start, by the time I had started the next chapter, the shower had stopped. I looked up from the page towards the clock, Hugs had closed the door enough for me to see the clock, but open enough for me to get some daylight, or I would have if it wasn’t already dark outside. The clock displayed 17:45. At 17:55 a smartly dressed Hugs came into our bedroom. He was wearing his brown chevron woven jacket, cream shirt under a camel jumper, light tan cord trousers, tan stripped socks and light tan leather brogue shoes. When he came over to give me a kiss I discovered he smelt as good as he looked! Risking getting cold I extricated myself from my cocoon, raised myself up then threw my arms around his neck, I wasn’t going to let him get away! The clock seemed to be in a race to get somewhere, all too soon it displayed 18:29 the time Hugs had to leave. I graciously allowed him to leave my arms and go to meet this other woman (I really hope that isn’t what she’s going to be). As I settled down and remade my cocoon, I heard Hugs reach the bottom stair, walk along the hall. Open the vestibule (or inner) door, close it, open the front door, close it, the squeak of the entrance gate as it opened and closed. The clunk of the central locking as it released, the car door closing then a few moments later the engine as it came to life, the revs increased and the car moved off down the road. I looked at the clock again it displayed 18:31.

I settled back into my cocoon and resumed reading about Lorna Doone, John Ridd and his family. But I couldn’t concentrate on it, try as I might I couldn’t stop looking the clock and wondering where Hugs was now. 18:50...19:00...19:15...19:20... parking the car or walking to the restaurant. Then 19:35...in the restaurant, has he met her yet? 19:50...have they ordered food or are they having a drink. 20:00... I’ve decided to leave the speculation out, I’ll only get upset. I’m going to make a determined effort to get back into the life of Lorna Doone and see where that leads me. I'm sure when he gets back he'll tell me all about it, and her.
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I had just got to the point where Carver Doone was about to mount his horse and ride across Exmoor, when I heard a slow revving engine outside, it sounded like our car, could it be my Hugs I wondered. The engine stopped, the door closed with a thud, there was the clunk of the central locking, now I listened very carefully for the squeak of the gate...there it was, I’m sure that was our gate. Was that the front door? I waited with baited breath for the vestibule door. Yes, I’m sure that was it, footsteps next hopefully. I waited...and waited...and waited...still nothing. Maybe it wasn’t our car. Maybe it wasn’t our gate. Maybe it wasn’t our front door. Maybe it wasn’t my Hugs after all. I glanced at the clock 22:18 was displayed. With nothing else to do I rejoined Carver Doone as he continued across Exmoor. Just as he reached the road leading down to Porlock, I had the uneasy feeling that someone was in the house. He stopped, hidden from view by a convenient tree then looked down into the village. He watched for a few moments, then, when he was satisfied, rode on. “Hello Gorgeous, you’re still awake then” Hugs commented as he stood by the door with a mug of freshly brewed in his hand. “Oh Hugs, you’re home” I exclaimed “come here quickly, I need a hug and kisses!” Hugs put down his mug on the bedside cabinet, removed his jacket and laid it on the quilt by my legs, then he sat on the bed with his back to me. He raised his legs onto the bed and rolled over onto his right side. We were now face to face, within seconds we would be lips to lips, and my happiness would be restored. Except I had a dilemma I wanted hugs and kisses, and I wanted information. One would have to be sacrificed for the other. Rapidly I reached a decision, information can wait, hugs and kisses cannot. The snuggle session led on to Hugs getting undressed and joining me in bed, where it continued. He even sacrificed his freshly brewed coffee for the Elina Needs Affection cause. I sacrificed reading about Lorna Doone, she has managed without me for over one hundred and fifty years, I don’t think one more night is going to alter the outcome significantly.

At midnight, Friday night became Saturday morning and that gave way to Saturday afternoon which is when I think I surfaced. I hadn’t had anything to eat throughout Friday, I was waiting until Hugs came home, as that was when he was planning on making me something. That idea got shelved and I ‘ate’ him instead in the nicest possible way! I was eager for information about Sophia, what she wanted or expected from us, what the restaurant was like, and a thousand other questions but it’s too soon after waking to remember them all at the moment. I don’t want to bombard Hugs with any questions prior to him having his first coffee of the day. Also I think it prudent for me to wait for him to bring it up. So I’m going to snuggle back into Hugs and enjoy these precious moments of togetherness before he decides to get up and make his brew. At the moment at least, he’s still a few fathoms below the surface in sleep.

Sometime later Hugs stirred “Hello Gorgeous,” he said as his lips easily found mine “you obviously slept well as I didn’t feel you move that much” “Possibly” I devilishly replied “I don’t remember, I may not have been awake at the time.” We stayed curled up together, each enjoying the others body against our own, neither of us wanting to move from our current position. Unusually for us, we stayed virtually silent as if we feared speaking would somehow break the sensual togetherness we were experiencing. We both knew of course that eventually one of us will need to get up, and Hugs was doing really well in delaying that...so far, but I instinctively knew it was getting imminent. We lasted for about ten more minutes before Hugs broke the silence “I really must get up, it has to be close to one thirty by now.” how could he estimate the time without looking at the clock and bearing in mind we were in total darkness. When he exited the bed, I glanced over at the clock, I was amazed, it was 13.33. OK, yes he was wrong, but not by much. As he opened the door a sliver of light strolled in, it didn’t do much, so Hugs put the ceiling light on full for me. As he was still behind the open door doing something I couldn’t see I said, “Thanks, Hugs” then asked “are you coming straight back up?” “Well,” he began still from behind the door “I’ve got to check for post, then fill and wait for the kettle to boil. Put coffee in the cafetière, let the water cool for a few minutes...” I interrupted here, just as he came back into the room and into view. “Hugs! Stop it! I know you’re waffling!” I exclaimed “You know full well I want to know about what happened last night with Sophia!” so much for my ‘not asking any questions prior to him having his first coffee’ and ‘prudent for me to wait for him to bring it up.’ Oops, and to top it all I almost shouted at him, well actually I did. Major oops! “You know you’re right” he responded “I was winding you up. Sorry, but I couldn’t resist it.” as he came over to me from the doorway, I lifted my body up a little from my position in bed and tilted my head back and slightly upwards, he bent down and kissed me so softly and passionately, I felt really guilty for what I had just done. However I did return the kiss. So much so that he sat back on the bed and we had a long cuddle, and then he apologised again for winding me up. That resulted in quite a long and very pleasurable kissing session before he ventured down stairs for todays first brew, and I ventured down into my warm cocoon to await his return. Soon after I got settled into a comfy position, I began reliving what had happened before our snuggle session, I suddenly realised it wasn’t actually my fault, he was winding me up, so why did I feel guilty for my outburst? I could now rest a little (read a lot) happier.

It was some time before I heard his footsteps on the landing, in fact quite a bit longer than usual. I wondered what he’d been doing downstairs and could that explain why he wound me up this morning? I made a little spyhole in the quilt so I could see what he did when he came in. Hugs had a mug of his brew in his right hand and a carrier bag in the other, he placed his mug down on his cabinet, then completely ignoring me, he went around the bed coming up my side behind me. This aggravated me a little, I couldn’t see unless I turned over and removed the quilt that covered my head and was tucked between my pillow, the mattress and the base of the headboard, followed by making another spyhole to see out of. By which time whatever it was he was doing would have been done and all my effort would have been for nothing, plus I’d have to either repair my cocoon myself or use my charm, what’s left if it, to get Hugs to do it for me. So I stayed where I was and just listened for any telltale sounds that may give me a clue as to what he was up to. I wasn’t sure but I had the feeling something was happening with my bedside cabinet, the drawers were being opened and closed, maybe I’ve got more makeup, nail polish or a new pack of tampons, could that be what was in the carrier bag? Hugs has been shopping for me! A few minutes later he reappeared at the foot of the bed and I followed him with my eyes as he came up along his side of it. We both remained silent, in fact he didn’t even look at me, very unusual and somewhat worrying. He reached his bedside cabinet, placed the carrier down carefully on the floor between the still open door and the cabinet. Picked up his mug, took a swig and placed it on something behind the door out of my sight. Then returned to his cabinet, moved the light to the centre, lifted the cabinet and moved it away from the wall by a few feet. He then went to the landing to get something he must have either brought up with him or was already there. He came back holding a long piece of round timber, I’m not really that good with measurements, but I would put the length at about six feet with it’s diameter circa half an inch, at one end was a curved piece of metal, all very intriguing. He put this ‘stick thing’ metal end first on the floor between the bed and the skirting board then slid it along. After getting up from the floor he again walked around the bed out of my view. I really wanted to ask him what he was doing, but I reasoned that perhaps it was a surprise for me and telling me would ruin it, also it seems Hugs has put a lot of thought into this. Behind me I heard some bumps and thumps, nothing major, just puzzling. Moments later he reappeared at his side of the bed where I could see what was happening. He reached where the ‘stick thing’ was and got back on the floor, then he started to pull it, I could see the ‘bare’ end waving and growing above us, after a few moments he got back up and took that ‘stick thing’ back to its home on the landing. No matter how much I looked I had no idea what had been done, why it had been done and perhaps more importantly what was going to be done.
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When he came back he went straight to his cabinet and lifted it partially back into place, retrieved the carrier bag and placed it by the cabinet. Then he turned his back preventing me from seeing what was happening now. I’m not implying it was deliberate...but all I could do now was listen. I heard something being removed from the carrier bag, which got placed somewhere, he then bent over and picked something up from his left side and straightened up again, then I think he picked up and moved his cabinet back to its original place. I was just about to look at the cabinet to see what if anything had been done to it, when he sat on the bed preventing me from doing that. Then he turned to face me “I’ve done something I think will make you really happy” he informed me. That’s going to take some doing, I thought, you’ve teased me, ignored me and blocked my view. “Really?” was about all I could muster. Standing and turning “Notice anything different?” he asked. I looked at his hair, his face, his body, in fact all of him looked the same. Just as I was going to comment, he said “Not me, the room!” I looked around. everything looked about the same, then I saw it, on his bedside cabinet, “Oh Hugs” I exclaimed and managed to retrieve my arms from under the quilt to give him a huge hug and numerous thank you kisses. “Thank you, (kiss) thank you, (kiss) thank you,” (lots more kisses). It was my clock. Hugs had brought it up earlier in the carrier bag. On my cabinet he had put his clock, on his mine so each of us could see the time without having to rise too far from the warmth of our cocoon, or in his case turning and looking over his left shoulder as well, which sometimes disturbs me.




When I eventually allowed Hugs to breathe again he told me that it may only be temporary until the bedroom is finished when it may be moved to above the radiator on the front wall. I followed his gaze and wondered where I would put the binoculars I would need to see the display, and how I would find them in the dark. He also stated that my wind up was deliberate. He was hoping that I would be so enraged that I wouldn’t pay too much attention to what he was doing behind the door, namely getting his clock. He was right, I was and I didn’t. He rose from our bed, went over to the door and retrieved his coffee which he took with him to the Ikea chair when he sat. “So I suppose you’re eager to know about last night?” he asked “A sort of ‘blow by blow’ account.” “You know full well I’m bursting at the seams to know.” I began “How I managed to contain myself while you were ignoring me earlier took an incredible amount of will power, more than I thought I possessed.” “Indeed,” Hugs began “but I think you were so curious to know what I was doing that it took your mind off asking about last night. Anyway, before I start do you want anything to eat or drink?” “Are you being serious,” I demanded “or is this another of your delaying tactics?” “No, seriously,” he reasoned “you haven’t had anything since when, Thursday evening. You must be quite hungry, or have you just gone on a diet?” “No Hugs” I stated “I’m not on a diet, and I am rather peckish, plus I’m eager to know about last night and how it went.” “Right, I think last night went rather well, Sophia is very pleasant, now what would you like to eat, bearing in mind that you’re in bed and crumbs of any sort are forbidden? Unless, of course you want to get up, perhaps even come down stairs with me?” The thought of getting up out of this super warm bed and going anywhere did not bode well with me. Even so I was quite hungry and if I opted to stay here the choice of what I was permitted to eat would be very limited. I was basically over a barrel. “I’ll get up, but I’ll stay up here for now, if that’s alright?” “Certainly, darling. What do you fancy? I could make some sandwiches, roast chicken and stuffing, or cheese and tomato, you could have them toasted if you like, or cheese and tomato topped crumpets. There’s a new slab of lightly fruited cake, if you’d rather.” “Could I have some lightly toasted roast chicken with stuffing sandwiches, please Hugs?” He came across to me, gave me a most welcomed hug and a few even more welcomed kisses, before he went to create some food for us, telling me he wouldn’t be long.

After a not-too-long-a- time I heard the dining room door close and Hugs coming up the stairs with our food. Whilst I was looking forward to having something nice to eat, I wasn’t looking forward to having to leave my nice warm bed, go to the Ikea chair and sit by the small table. From the two options I had this was the best. Option one stay in bed and starve to death (Hugs would be very upset and I wouldn’t be too pleased even though it was self inflicted), option two, get up and go to the table, even if it is a bit chilly. Hugs entered the bedroom carrying two plates, both with toasted sandwiches for us, but there was something under his arm. He put the plates on the table, then turned towards me and said “Come on, darling, time to get up.” He got to the bed, pulled back the quilt, helped me up, fitted my autumn wig on my head then wrapped me in a beautifully warm blue dressing gown. “While I was doing our food” he explained “I put this in front of the fire to warm for you.” While I was basking in the warmth of the dressing gown, I was swept up and placed seated in the chair, it happened so quickly I didn’t realise I had been airborne until I was in the chair, facing the bed. Hugs brought the small table around for me/us, pulled the foot stool across and sat on it. We were seated almost opposite each other having our food.


We had just finished our food, Hugs moved the table out of the way and taking both my hands in his, smiled at me “I suppose you want to know about last night?” he asked, knowing full well I did and was in agony trying hard to contain myself from asking him about it all day. Somehow I’d almost managed it. “Yes please!” I exclaimed, believing that at last I will get to know what was discussed, how it was left and what’s happening next. “My gorgeous darling Elina” he began, “I think I may not give you all the answers you want, however there are perfectly valid reasons for this that I will explain later. When I arrived at the restaurant, Sophia was already there. I found her by looking for any female sitting alone, there were three, of those only one showed any interest when I walked in. She was seated at a small square table with two chairs. I approached her and asked if she was Sophia, anyone overhearing us would assume we were on a blind date or something. As luck would have it, she was. I sat opposite on a ladder back chair with a soft cushion, every table has these. She’s about mid to late twenties of average build, average height. After our introductions and a few minutes of small talk, I broached the subject of our meeting. You. She asked me a few questions about you, like where you came from and when, how you got here and how you are finding life in Britain. I was a bit hesitant at first, but she was so easy to talk to I completely opened up. I talked about you incessantly, in fact I think she tried on a few occasions, unsuccessfully, to shut me up. We didn’t actually discuss what she wanted from us or rather you specifically. Sophia made a suggestion that I thought was a great idea, but it rests with you, it’s your decision. I’ll tell you about that in a moment.”

He broke off here which gave me a chance to evaluate what he had told me, and form an opinion and put it into a sentence or two, however I didn’t get that far. “How do you fancy going out Tuesday evening for dinner?” “Oh Hugs, you know I’d love to” I confirmed “but isn’t tomorrow your birthday, shouldn’t I be doing something special for you?” “Indeed it is, and you would be doing something special for me, you’d be having dinner with me at the Augustus Restaurant, on Tuesday. The Augustus restaurant isn’t open on Sundays or Mondays. I don’t have to celebrate my birthday on my birthday, besides Tuesday isn’t that far away from it, if you’re in agreement?” “Oh Hugs!” I squealed “Of course I’m in agreement!” I pulled my hands from his, raised my arms and flung them around his neck, pulled him close and began kissing him mercilessly. Eventually I released him and returned one my hands to his, my other went into my pocket to keep warm. “If that’s your response to being told that I’m taking you to dinner, I have no idea what your reaction will be when I tell you where we are going next weekend, if you agree that is?” Hugs always tells me just enough to make me curious and desperate to know more, my unfaltering attention is assured. “We have been invited to spend some time on Saturday with Sophia, at her home in a village just outside Watchet, that’s on the coast. It’s a few miles from Burnham, where you spent your second beachday. I’ll show you later when I get my tablet and bring it up, unless you’d like to come downstairs with me?” I sensed a small amount of longing in his tone, maybe I’ve been in the bedroom and specifically in bed too long, perhaps I should go down with him. It will be warm down there with the fire on, we would have dinner straight from the kitchen, plus we could watch some tv together. Assuming the mattress toppers have still not been put back in their bags, then we could open one out and snuggle together contentedly on it. I’m beginning to see some benefit it going downstairs.
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“Let me know when you’re ready” I said as I watched his expression to what I was about to say next, “and I’ll come down with you, then you can show me where Sophia lives before you rush off to prepare our food.” Hugs had a smile running from one ear to the other. He didn’t need to say anything, his expression spoke volumes. I received a huge hug and numerous kisses, I think I made the right decision! Now I need to get dressed and don my padding, then face the daunting downward journey on my toboggan.

I opted to wear my light grey fleece jogging suit, under an old pair of jeans and the Grey Goose padded jacket, both items were on loan from Hugs, together with his Thinsulate hat and cycle helmet. I was placed, sort-of sitting on my transit board and wheeled out of the bedroom and along the landing, This bit I like, wish it was longer! Then I came to the first hurdle on the downward journey, the spiral staircase. I was ‘parked’ on the left hand side looking down the three stairs I would have to go down, up in the air. Hugs passed me on my right, then asked if I was ready. I nodded, not much more I could do as I was trying really hard not to panic! He pulled me forward a bit, readjusted my shins to protect my legs, feet and head. Satisfied with the new position of my limbs, placed his left arm around my shoulders and under my left armpit, his right took a new course, over my legs, then under my knees. “Whee” he said as I was lifted into the air, then forwards a bit and without any warning I was spinning around backwards, first I went up quite high, then down, somewhere in that brief manoeuvre I think I lost my stomach, I’ll ask Hugs to look for it later. Let me put it this way, I’m not feeling well! I’m sitting in my toboggan looking at this long, steep (45 degrees is steep to me) decline. Hugs returned with my webbing, safety harness and straps, which he proceeded to tie around me, and me to the toboggan. Within a few minutes we were ready, or rather he was ready, I just resigned myself to the inevitable. Seconds later I was at the bottom, in one piece and Hugs was soon there giving me a most welcomed kiss for being so brave, and another for being so calm and not panicking. I had quite a few more, reasons not stated, though most welcomed.

Once untied, I was placed in a seated position on my transit board and wheeled into the dining room. It’s been a few weeks since I was last here and it looks so different. My sofa has now gone, whether it’s gone from the room or from the house I don’t know yet. One of the two Ikea chairs is where my sofa was, there’s a space for the other, which I assume Hugs will bring down later. My next challenge is to get my excess clothing off and try to get comfy in the Ikea chair. Oh, I nearly forgot and get warm! Hugs came back after doing whatever it was he was doing with my toboggan and helped me extricate myself from the excess clothes, got me seated on the chair, then moved it and me to almost in front of the gas fire that he had left on for me. I was about five, maybe six feet away and even with the fire on low I could feel the warmth coming from it. This is very nice, I’m beginning to be thankful that I came down now. I’m on a slight angle, a little to my left is the fire, a little to my right is the window with the curtains closed except for the slight gap at the top, in front of and to its right is the tv on top of the entertainment centre. This houses the myriad of equipment that I find too daunting to operate without my notebook of instructions that Hugs helped me compile. If I look straight ahead I would be looking at the corner of one of the many cabinets this room seems to have, its contents, to me at least remains unknown. Whatever is in there doesn’t seem to get used often, in the eight or so months I have lived here, Hugs has never opened it, let alone taken anything out. There are three doors in this room all opening into it, behind me to my left is the door to the hall, in the same wall on my right, right at its end is the understairs cupboard and at ninety degrees to that is the door to the kitchen.

The problem with the doors being behind me is that I don’t know what Hugs is doing, what he is carrying or where he’s going with it. When I had my sofa, I would sit on the cushion nearest the fire with my legs on the other cushion, my right shoulder would be against the back and my back resting against the wing with my head in the angle formed by those two. Looking straight ahead I would be facing the hall door, a slight turn to the left I could see both the other doors. When I first came here and was laying on my bed thing that was against the wall between the hall and the usc door, I was facing the kitchen door so I had a good view of the activities in front and to my side, behind me my view was blocked if the hall door was open.

As Hugs busied himself doing whatever it was, on a couple of occasions when he passed behind me he would stop for a few moments and place his fingers of one hand on the top of my head then with his fingernails gently scratch my scalp through the hood, “Alright Gorgeous?” he’d ask. He had never scratched my scalp before, but I was really enjoying it! “Mmmm” I purred in answer. Then on his next visit he knelt in front of me. “What do you fancy eating tonight?” he asked “We’ve got some diced pork that I could cook with red kidney and broad beans and boiled rice or noodles if you’d prefer? It’s fairly quick and quite filling.” “That sounds really nice” I stated “especially with the rice, thank you Hugs.” He rose from in front of me, went across to my left, opened the right hand glass door of the cabinet to get his tablet, he switched it on as he came back beside me. We waited for a few moments while Google found the right page and displayed it. Hugs looked at intently, moved his fingers to expand the image, then scrolled up, down, left, right, but he couldn’t find where he was looking for. “That’s odd” he commented, “I’ll get the old road atlas, if I can remember where I saw it last. This could take a while, are you alright for now?” “Yes Hugs,” I replied “I’m fine.” Then I heard him go into the hall and up the stairs. Now what shall I do? I wondered, my entertainment has ceased. I couldn’t look at the tablet because I wasn’t told the place Hugs was looking for nor did I know where Sophia lived and whether that was the same place. What I did know was that it was close to a place called Watchett or something like that. Instead I began listening for any tell tale noises of where he might be and if he was on his way back down.

Eventually he returned with a large book in his hands, the pages were open and he appeared to be reading an index at its back. Then he muttered a code just loud enough for me to hear 06.07.43 which he kept repeating as he flipped through the pages until he came to the right one. Once it had been located Hugs went to get his magnifying glass so he could look at a wider area clearly. “We go to Taunton and turn onto the A358 then left onto B3224 then right onto an unclassified road after a few miles.” He informed me. This I must admit was really fascinating but I didn’t understand that much of it, only Taunton, left and right. I’m not sure if seeing the map would help that much. I was left alone again as Hugs went off to get our food prepared. After a short while curiosity got the better of me and I reached across to get the atlas that was put with the magnifier on the low cabinet. Luckily for me the magnifier was put between the correct pages. All I had to do was open the book, find page six which was on the left and locate Taunton. Not easy with a floppy book measuring about two feet across, when open and eighteen inches tall. Oh and the curtains were closed although the light was on, it wasn’t giving sufficient illumination even though I was almost sitting under it. Maybe it wasn’t on full. Hey ho! On the plus side I was getting quite warm even with the fire on low, almost to the point where I was considering taking something off, or at least undoing it. But first I’m determined to do battle with the unwieldy book and locate Taunton.


Hugs called me from the kitchen asking what time I wanted to eat. I instinctively looked up at the mantle for my clock which wasn’t there anymore as it had moved upstairs. I’m beginning to think this isn’t turning out to be one of my better days. I considered quickly how hungry I was, I thought I could probably last another hour if needed, “When were you thinking of?” I asked. “About half an hour” Hugs called from the kitchen “is that alright for you?” “Certainly” I replied, thankful that I wouldn’t have to wait the full hour. I eventually got my attention back to the hunt for Taunton on the map, which was progressing at the same speed as previously-slowly and unsuccessfully! The fact that we live near it doesn’t mean I know where to find it instantly on a map unlike Hugs who seems to know roughly where everywhere is. Then I had a thought, instead of hunting for an inland town, maybe if I looked for a coastal one I’d have more success. Hugs said it was close to Burnham where I spent my second beachday. So all I have to do is find the coastline, water is always coloured blue. How hard can it be I thought? I looked at the map, the answer to my question was quite hard, there’s an awful lot of blue with places all around it, any one of them could be Burnham.
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After a short while one of my other brain cells woke up and presented me with an interesting solution. I had been to Weston, then Burnham and finally Weymouth, so all I had to do was keep those three in mind while I searched the coast. Surely I would find one of them...eventually. As I progressed with my coastal search, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before, or if I had I didn’t pay it any attention. Down the side of the page was a series of numbers each one by a line, the same applied to both the top and bottom. Hugs was reciting a series of numbers constantly while he searched for the place. Could that be significant? I wondered. Now can I remember the sequence, it began with 6 that could mean page six, which is what I’m looking at. The rest was like the display of my clock, a series of four numbers. I seem to remember it was like an early morning time, a time I try not to be awake for. I looked up at the round clock on the wall above the mantle shelf to see what came after six, it was either five or seven. Seven, I’m sure that’s it 06.07 would that be the side or the top. With the magnifier in my left hand I looked for the line numbered seven, there wasn’t one. Now I was puzzled, why would the publishers give a number that didn’t exist? This needs further investigation...Could the zero at the front be important? I looked down the page, there was a zero, almost at the bottom. I followed it across... the first town I came to was Honiton. I know that name, I’d seen when we were going to/coming back from Weymouth. The road to there went off to our right or left depending whether we were going there or coming home, but we carried straight on. So that must mean there is another zero line, maybe it’s not the left to right line but the top to bottom one. I looked across the top of the page. There was one here too. I was on the coast, I’d found Minehead. I looked a little further along to the right….and there it was Watchet. I was really close to screaming my delight at actually finding somewhere on the map when Hugs called from the kitchen that he’d be bringing our food in in a couple of minutes. I have resigned myself to the fact that there have been many momentous achievements in the life of Elina that pass unnoticed, unremembered and are easily forgotten about, even by me. Over dinner I’m going to tell Hugs about the map and finding Watchet. He’s always impressed with all my victories and I get rewarded with oodles of hugs and kisses!

The kitchen door opened and Hugs came in with two plates of hot food for us, then I had a shock. The small table was still upstairs which meant I would have to go to the dining table which is inconveniently situated as far away from the fire as it’s possible to be, it is close to the radiator except the heating isn’t on yet. I’m beginning to wonder if getting up and coming downstairs was one of my better decisions. Hugs placed the plates on the table, pulled out one of the high-backed dining chairs in readiness for my arrival, then came across to get me. I have the distinct impression that I’m not going to get out of this one. As Hugs came close I got ready to be lifted and transported to the table, about half way there I could just make out the aroma of the food waiting for us. Now I was definitely feeling hungry and eager to get to the table. Within a minute or so I was there and already enjoying my first mouthful of this delicious offering from Hugs. Between mouthfuls I told Hugs about my achievement with the map, at which point he dabbed his lips with the napkin, then reached across and kissed me on my forehead, “You’re getting very proficient with so many tasks” he stated with admiration, “especially as I hadn’t shown you what to do.” I raised both my hands above my head and waved them about for a few moments. Hugs looked at me quizzically, “I’m just seeing if my halo has arrived yet” I informed him with a huge smile. We continued to talk about this and that, everything and nothing. I was so pleased to be with him in close proximity again. After we had finished our meal I resumed my position on the Ikea chair and Hugs sat by me on the footstool. As we continued drinking our wine Hugs fired up the tablet, after a short while Google had found the website for the Augustus restaurant then together we scrolled through the images on the pages. It was just how he had described and now I was even more excited about going there on Tuesday evening.


Soon we found the menus and had a good read, the choice was very extensive on both the ‘set price’ and the ‘a la carte.’ I had the feeling that Hugs was going to have the same as he had with Sophia.




Almost at the same moment we looked at each other, I had something in mind that I was about to suggest. Hugs smiled at me “Do you fancy it?” he asked, then moved his gaze to the floor. I followed his gaze, turned back to look at him “Oh most definitely” I replied with relish. I believe we were both thinking the same thing. Hugs got up, went across to the usc and dived inside. Soon he returned and moving the footstool out of the way, then pushed the chair and me a little further away, laid one of the mattress toppers on the floor, folded it in half lengthways, carried me across to it where we both got horizontal. Oh such joy!! It was close to midnight when Hugs went upstairs to turn our electric blanket on so we’d have a nice warm bed to get into, if we ever make it there, that is.

At an unknown time somewhere during Sunday we awoke almost together, we were in bed but not the upstairs one, we didn’t make it there, we fell asleep on our makeshift one downstairs beside the fire. When we first got these mattress toppers I was not that keen on them, fearing that they would not provide us (well, me) with a reasonable nights sleep. I was proved wrong quite quickly, now I’m all in favour of them. “Morning Hugs,” I whispered seductively. “Happy birthday” I was hoping I could get my kiss in first as the small stream of daylight lit my way. “Morning Gorg” was all he could manage before my lips touched his. This could be a good day for me, my first achievement so soon after waking up! “Thank you sweetheart” hugs continued when our lips parted. “Thank me for what?” I asked. “Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday” Hugs explained “and for giving me a wonderful birthday kiss.” “You’re most welcome” I replied “my dear darling Hugs.” I wasn’t exactly sure what if anything Hugs had planned for us today, but right now I had something in mind and I was going to act on it. Firstly for my idea to work I had to somehow get him from his right side to laying on his back, this is going to take so doing...eventually I succeeded, though I’m not entirely sure how I managed it. Slowly and very carefully I moved a little to get into a better position for my idea to work, I was conscious that Hugs may sense something was afoot and move. I rested for a short time to make him think I was just getting comfortable again. Then, when I thought it was almost time I got into position. With the speed and grace of a gazelle I launched myself into the air, span around, parted my legs in readiness, then landed. My knees were almost beside his, his legs were between mine, my chest was against his, my arms were against his shoulders and my mouth was within touching distance of his. “Gotcha! You’re not getting up ‘till I say you can” I cried as I brought my lips to his and we started kissing again. His arms just wrapped around me and squeezed, I wondered in that moment who was really the captive. I cannot say with any certainty what time we actually got up, looking at the clock was definitely not high on my list of things to do. I’m not too sure how long I was able to keep Hugs captive for, certainly quite a while and I enjoyed every moment of it, I’m fairly sure he did too, only another three hundred and sixty something days before I can do it again. Sometime today I will get totally pampered by Hugs. He’s going to help me wash, dry, apply my talc, and redo my make-up.
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Tuesday December 3rd began at its usual time in its usual way, it had been in existence for quite a few hours before I awoke to greet it. Next to me in bed in our bedroom Hugs was still several fathoms below the surface. Knowing that we were going to be very busy today I chose the less energetic option, snuggle back down against Hugs and go to sleep until I feel him waking. I have to wash my hands, arms, face and neck including my shoulders and refresh some of my make-up, like lippy, eye shadow and teeth whitener. Once it has been applied and has dried I cannot kiss Hugs at all and neither he me. It is soooo frustrating, but I really do want to look my best for tonight. I’m going to wear a long black dress with mesh inserts at the back and front that extend from the neckline which has a diamonte band around, to the waist in a sort of triangular shape, totally see through. I shall have to be extremely careful when I bend over because anyone looking will be able to see my chesticles in their entirety. Under it I’m going to wear my thermal tights with integral body stocking that I shall turn down and use as an underskirt. Black faux suede with glitter or sparkly bits, peep-toe court shoes (I’ll ask Hugs if he’ll take a photo of them for you to see).


Although it’s technically winter I’m going to wear my autumn hair style, brown with auburn highlights. But right now I’m going to snuggle up against Hugs, close my eyes and hopefully go back to sleep.

Hugs woke first, I know this because I was awoken by him caressing my body and kissing my lips which is a really lovely way to be woken up. I can thoroughly recommend it! “Morning Gorgeous” Hugs said a few moments after I had briefly opened my eyes, how he could tell is beyond me, as we were in total darkness. “Morning Hugs” I replied as I tried desperately to get all my senses functioning simultaneously as quickly as possible. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us” Hugs stated, “we really must get up fairly soon, it’s twelve fifteen now, that only gives us six hours before we must leave.” “OK Hugs” I replied “I’m almost fully functioning.” After about ten minutes of cuddle time Hugs got up to make his brew, leaving me in bed until his return, accepting that then I must leave my warm and cosy cocoon. That gives me about five more minutes to bask in its warmth. Before he left the bedroom he switched on the ceiling light then bent down and switched on the convector heater, “A little extra warmth never did any harm.” he told me as he went through the doorway and closed the door behind him.

All too soon Hugs was back with his mug of coffee that he placed on his bedside cabinet, I began to rise from my cosy position in the cocoon “Be back in a moment sweetheart.” he informed me, then turned and disappeared back through the door, closing it again. I resumed my former position. Moments later he brought in my toboggan and placed it a few feet away from the heater, folded my two bath towels and laid them in the bottom ready for me. He took a sip of coffee, smiled at me, I began my ascent, then he disappeared again without a word! Needless to say I sunk back to where it was warm and cosy. When Hugs returned he was carrying a bowl of warm water, shower gel, my two face cloths and two of my hand towels. Soon after my arrival Hugs bought me my very own towel bale, consisting of four face cloths, four hand towels, two bath towels and two bath sheets all in Egyptian Cotton, which he told me was considered to be the best. The arrival of these signalled to me that my time in my cocoon was coming to an abrupt end. Satisfied that everything was laid out conveniently he turned and approached me “Are you ready sweetheart?” he asked “Don’t want to let the water get cold.” I began to raise myself from the warmth of my cocoon for the umpteenth and now final time. Hugs reached across and swiftly, too swiftly in my opinion, flicked the quilt and top sheet right off both me and the bed. He helped me sit on the side of the bed where he assisted in removing my pyjamas then my nightdress. I was lifted over to my toboggan where I was positioned sitting on my bath towels. One of my hand towels was placed over my thighs and rose almost to my waist to catch any stray drops of water. One of my face cloths was placed in the bowl of water, removed and the excess water wrung out. Hugs then used this to dampen my skin on my head, face and neck. He then put a squirt of the shower gel into his left hand, with his right he picked up the damp face cloth and rubbed the shower gel into it. It then found its way to me, starting with my head then my face followed by my neck. When he was satisfied came the part I was really looking forward to, Hugs placed both his hands into the water then beginning with my head he massaged the parts of me that he had previously covered with the shower gel. With the other face cloth now finishing its time in the water, it was removed and my rinsing began. Then the whole cycle began again for my shoulders and arms. Once this was completed, the bowl of water was placed on the hand towel on my thighs which allowed me to put my hands in it to soak, while Hugs began drying me. He then placed one of my bath sheets over my shoulders to keep me warm (my view) to assist in my drying (his view). When all this was completed and I was totally dry, it was time for me to be covered in baby powder and this to be rubbed into my skin. As this is a very intimate and pleasurable time for both of us, I’m not going to disclose here what occurs.

By about fifteen hundred I was clean, dry, powdered, casually dressed and sitting on a chair downstairs in the dining room. Then Hugs set about doing my make-up for tonight. He started with my eyebrows, then my eye shadow, first the top then the bottom. Next came the powder for my face, then the blusher for my cheeks, followed by a sort of ‘glaze’ that gives my cheeks a healthy sheen. Finally came my lippy, first my bottom lip then my top and now I’m waiting for it to dry. Oh, I’m also bored! Hugs has left me to take my towels and washing equipment to various places in the house, and I forgot to ask him to hand me Lorna Doone. From where I am sitting I can see it, but cannot reach it, it’s just so frustrating. RrrAhhhhhhhhhhh! After about fifteen long, boring minutes Hugs came back to me and kissed me on my scalp, which made me feel just a little better. We chatted for quite a while about nothing in particular, which made me feel happier again. Very soon, or so it seemed, it was time for me to get changed into the clothes I was planning on wearing tonight. Luckily Hugs was on hand to ensure nothing came into contact with my face that would ruin my make up. By eighteen fifteen I was ready and eager to go, but couldn’t, as now I was having to wait for Hugs! By eighteen twenty he had arrived looking quite smart in a casual way, he was wearing a dark blue cord jacket over a light blue stripped shirt, blue cord jeans, blue stripped socks and a pair of blue nubuk leather ‘toe-cap’ shoes. In the glovebox of the car he was going to put his light blue tie, as he says “Just in case.”

We were very close to leaving, Hugs had gone down the hall, opened the inner (vestibule) door and then the front door, he walked out onto the front garden and reached the gate, then had a shock our car wasn’t there. Panic was less than a second away from settling in when he remembered. The last time he had used the car he was unable to park outside our house, or indeed anywhere in our road. He had to park in the Outer Hebrides, which, as I understand it, is an area quite a few roads away from our house. As I continued sitting on the chair bookless, he went off to find and bring back our car. This, I fear, could take a while especially if he can’t remember exactly where in the Outer Hebrides he parked it. Oh well, Hey ho!

I’m looking out the window and waiting...



five minutes later I put on my jacket…




another five minutes later I put on my hat, coat and scarf, then grabbed my bag and gloves, it won’t be my fault if we’re late!



A few minutes later Hugs returned with the car and at last our evening out could begin. When we got to the front door I suggested that we should really take a brolly, Hugs agreed and removed the small one from its hook, he then helped me get into the car that was parked in the middle of the road. Once I was settled he secured my seatbelt for me, closed my door then came around to his side and got in. “Ready then sweetheart?” he asked “Of course” I replied. He pressed the starter button and the engine purred into life.



We're off

As we went down our road I took off my hat and scarf, undid the top two buttons of my coat and opened the high collar. I sank back into the seat and placed my head against the rest. Unknown music performed by an unknown band from an unknown era was playing on the radio. The announcer informed us that we were listening to a station called Breeze. We were part the way through a programme playing the greatest hits of the 1950s to the 1980s. As I listened I found that I quite liked it. This, I thought, was not only going to make the journey enjoyable, I was going to improve my musical knowledge as well. The Elina Music Educational Road Trip begins!
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