This week we are on weather alert! Temperatures are expected reach and go beyond 37c in the shade! I don't need to tell you that is a tad warm!
So with soaring temperatures why not slip on your shades, sit back and and enjoy a taster from Sometimes It Happens... . A sunny bubbly story filled with love, laughter and one or two surprises..... !
Chapter ONE
Nothing
in her wildest dreams had prepared Doreen Wilkinson
for something like this. But then,
nothing had prepared her for winning the lottery either.
Several million.
Several million. Eleven million,
three hundred and fifty four thousand, two hundred and ten pounds and nineteen
pence to be precise.
She had giggled at the nineteen pence. “Break
the bleedin’ bank that will!”
The media had made the comment a headline, “19p to break the bleedin’ bank!” splashed
all over the Sun and Daily Mirror accompanied by her smiling
face and a fountain spray of champagne. She had thought it a waste shaking that
great big bottle and letting it fizz everywhere, but the reporters had told her
to do it.
Giggling at the memory, dressed in her silk
pyjamas, Doreen, stepped out on to the terrace. The warm morning air that
caressed her face was in stark contrast to the chilled champagne she was sipping.
She giggled again at drinking champagne before the sun had got out of bed.
Padding to the end of the terrace, her bare feet absorbing the heat from the
ceramic tiles, she looked out in awe over the Villas Bonitas complex of luxury
villas. Apart from in films she had never seen exotic plants and trees,
meandering tiled pathways and white-walled, red-roofed villas with sprawling
private terraces. But then, she told herself, she had never won the lottery or
been abroad before either. In fact she had never had a proper holiday full
stop.
As the sun began to rise the solar lights that lit the gardens during the hours of
darkness began to fade. Doreen watched, mesmerized, as the colours of the
neatly maintained gardens surrounding each individual terrace gradually turned
from sombre shades to vibrant greens, reds, pinks and yellows, and the shadows
darkening the walls of each villa changed to a dazzling white. In the distance
she could just make out the silhouette of the volcanic mountains as the rising
sun cast its morning rays against their dark, jagged shapes.
Drinking the last drops of her champagne
Doreen sighed with contentment. She had not known such beauty existed. Even the
air had a sweet fragrance to it. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heady perfume
- a high pitched shriek pierced the
stillness - startled, she opened her eyes to see a yellow parrot dart past,
almost within touching distance, its wings fanning her face. No sooner had the parrot disappeared into the
tall palm trees, another, more muted sound rippled through
the
sultry, morning, air.
She frowned as she heard it again; looked
left and right to locate where it was coming from. Giggled. She had half an
idea what was going on and was surprised that such naughty cries could be heard
in such a posh place. Grinning she went to sip her champagne, tipping the glass
to her lips, realised it was empty. Pulling a face, she ambled back across the terrace and stepping through
the wide open patio doors, giggled. “Someone’s enjoying a good time.”
Blinking rapidly, her eyes struggling to
focus after the brightness of the terrace, squinting, Doreen looked around the
lounge. “Blimey,” she cried seeing glasses and a couple of empty bottles on one
of the low coffee tables. A makeup bag, its contents scattered on the dinning
table and an open magazine lay on the floor near one of the sofas.
“God what am I like?” she muttered as she
reached for a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
Taking a drag from her newly lit cigarette,
Doreen looked at her watch. It was still early, she thought as she paused
outside her daughter Trisha’s door. Should she peep in? Her only daughter had
gone out clubbing the night before, no doubt got home in the early hours. Her
hand half way to the door handle, she wondered, had she heard Trisha come in?
She tried to think, but could not remember hearing any sounds; but then, she
had been dead to the world, her first decent night’s sleep in weeks.
“Youngsters,” she giggled, “on the go all
day, party all night. Don’t know where they get their energy from.”
Shaking her head, still giggling, she wandered to her bathroom. What she would give to
be seventeen again!
Sometimes It Happens ... is available in
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Thanks as always for stopping by and I hope the heat didn't get to you! Have a great week and catch up again soon.
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