Welcome to the round up of posts that you might of missed this week on Smorgasbord.
September 29th each year is a very special date for us… and I thought I would share with you a fairy story that explains its significance.
Once upon a time there was a red-headed girl who was assistant manager in a hotel in a small hamlet in Mid-Wales. Bontddu ( the dd is th in Welsh and the u is ee so pronounced Bontthee) I mention this as my mother insisted on telling everyone that Sally was working in a hotel in Bonteedudu!
I had been there for 18 months and to be honest, the little time I had between shifts was spent either sleeping or walking (I had no car) to the two towns equal distance 5 miles each way. Dolgellau and Barmouth a delightful seaside resort with a long sandy beach.
I had been married before for seven years and that had foundered around the four year mark but dragged on for another three (I must have broken a mirror). I was quite determined that I was never getting married again after this experience, and to this end I still wore a wedding ring to deter any possible overtures I might have been lucky enough to receive.
On one sunny Snowdonia morning (rare at certain times of the year) I intercepted a phone call in reception from someone wishing to book two rooms for two weeks. I will admit that I was quite taken with the soft Irish accent of the man on the other end of the phone, and having reserved the two rooms, I put the receiver down and turned to one of the receptionists and uttered the famous last words ” He sounds rather nice, I think I’ll marry him!” Much hilarity ensued and a week went by.
On the day of the reservation I had been off for a few hours and returned to assume restaurant management duties. In those days I was required to wear a long dress in the evenings at dinner and guests were formally accompanied to their tables. It was not long before I identified the Irish accent as Room 40. Tall, dark haired and very handsome, a veritable Prince Charming. To be honest I was all of a twitter (not the 140 character kind) and during the course of my duties I enquired of room 40 if he had been given sufficient crackling….
To cut a short story even shorter. I arranged a number of meetings and dinners for Room 40, and two weeks went by without so much of flicker of interest from said resident. If not for the opportune intervention of a couple who were regular guests at the hotel it may well have remained a disappointing encounter.
They enquired, obviously in earshot of Room 40, if my divorce had been finalised. I replied that I had received that particular gift on my birthday back in February, and that I was officially free again. Well, talk about Speedy Gonzalez…. before I could say I was not that kind of girl, the next day I was taken out on my day off for lunch, treated to a Chinese Takeaway when I got off duty that night, and presented with a Celtic pendant for all my assistance..
There must have been more than MSG in the Chinese because I suddenly heard the words “I think there is only one thing for us to do, will you marry me”
I think my flabber must have been well and truly gasted because before I could laugh at this insane proposal, on our first date, barely past first name terms, I said yes.
That was 29th September 1980, 13 days after his arrival at the hotel and into my life. And forget the long engagement. He found us a flat in Dolgellau, posted the bans at the local registry office and 39 years ago on November 15th, we were married on a wild and blustery Welsh morning. Even more shocked than the bride where her parents, the groom’s parents and my boss.
After the proposal David left to get the flat organised whilst I went into the hotel for the normal busy Saturday. My boss was enjoying his morning coffee with the local paper when I announced casually I was getting married… “Who the hell to”…was the response and mine ” Room 40″
We have travelled the world together, lived in 17 homes both temporary and permanent, worked side by side and on occasion in separate countries. We have had our moments but they have been brief and usually down to me being a bit of a handful! We are best friends and have shared laughter, loss and humour, and somewhere I believe there is a very smug fairy godmother….
Time to get on with this week’s posts that you might have missed….
As always my thanks to contributors and guests who take the time to write such amazing posts, that are informative, entertaining and inspiring. And to you for dropping in and being part of the week.
Jessica Norrie is exploring books that are set on the coastline in various places around the world. I love the sea and hope that when we buy our final house it has a view of the ocean and all its changing moods.
Today my guests is Abbie Johnson Taylor who shares her inspirations and writing with an excerpt from her latest release The Red Dress.
The York Chocolate Series – Part Three – Chocolate in wartime Second Anglo Boer War 1899 – 1902 – In 1899, war broke out for the second time between the British Empire and the two Boer Republics in South Africa. In advance of Christmas 1899, Queen Victoria asked Cadbury, which held a Royal Warrant as suppliers of cocoa and chocolate products, to produce tins of chocolate to send to the British men fighting in South Africa as a gift..
A combined post today with a new book promotion and my review for The Quest for Home, the second book in the Crossroads Trilogy by Jacqui Murray.
Previously Imogen takes a temporary job selling advertising for a local paper and ends up running a very interesting section … selling personal services! Chapter Thirteen – Makeover and the art of buying a car.
Previously Imogen went into Central London for a much needed makeover and shopping trip, which brought to mind her friends escapades when buying a new car. She now moves on to a private school where she finds more interesting characters. Chapter Fourteen – Mayhew School for Boys and Girls.
Time for this week’s response to Colleen’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge 146 and this week we are tasked with finding synonyms for the words ‘Fall and Give‘.. and I have chosen ‘Drop and Gift’..
This week on the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills the challenge was to write a story in 99 words on the subject of someone unremembered…The Close Match
This week I am going to Facebook in relation to book marketing and also the benefits of joining an exclusive watering hole on social media platforms.
This week a song that many of us remember and still love today.. Evergreen by Barbra Streisand from the 1976 film “A Star is Born”
Linda Thompson’s first post is a wonderful, nostalgic look back through the years to special family dinners and how it is so important that our elderly parents are given the opportunity to still feel useful in our lives. A Place at the Table for All
This is the final post from educator and author Pete Springer .I think most of us who have finished our careers allegedly to retire, find there are elements of our jobs that are missed, and in this post, Pete shares the ones that he misses the most about teaching. What I Miss Most About Being a Teacher by Pete Springer
This is the second post of Melanie Stewart, she is faced with a logistical nightmare to get on the road for a trip and deal with a sudden change to her 87 year old mother, Ginny’s cable set up. The Cable Debacle.
This is the second post from Peter Mohan who blogs at Cheers, Govanhill as his alter ego .. Boy David. I selected this post as we head into the late autumn and we get visitors both of the garden variety and field. Footprints in the Butter – Cheers Govanhill.
New books on the shelves
Author Updates – Reviews and offers.
The major organs and systems of the body – The female reproductive system, the endocrine system and hormones.
The obesity epidemic and finding a point to intervene in the life cycle – this week the diet of two to seven year olds, can determine their health in adulthood.
Thank you so much for being part of the week here on Smorgasbord, and I hope you have enjoyed your visit.. please pop in again next week.. thanks Sally.