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A Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you

Well readers, this is my 97th post and I thought I’d give everyone a quick update. That and I have a day off from work. Unfortunately I’ve been very busy at the day job, so my output has been somewhat reduced recently. Hopefully, that will change in the next few weeks. Never thought I’d be so busy during a pandemic. What can I say? It’s a very strange world.

I’ve made no progress whatsoever in my latest novel. My comedy section has also not been expanded. I have written a few short romance stories, and they have been well received. I will be back working on my latest one “A Covid Romance” later today. I have a few more ideas too.

This year overall is going very well with my number of views still increasing. I have a long way to go to make things even slightly profitable though. Such is life, I would happily do it for free for the rest of my life. It’s a good form of escapism.

For the future, I think I need to come up with a good logo for the website. A photo of myself, as pretty as I am is just not going to cut it. Do let me know what ideas you have (maybe go naked?). I’m always open to suggestions. I’d also like to make some youtube videos, maybe talk about my different novels or something.

Till next time and stay safe everyone.

A Covid Romance (Pt.2)

Sean had watched the nightly news with increasing alarm each night. The virus was getting closer and closer. The death rate was somewhat uncertain, but he knew that for someone in his poor physical health it would be much higher. He already lived the life of a hermit, which was now a good thing. His aide Thelma, an elderly woman in her sixties was a concern though. She worked about two hours per day, usually during the mornings cleaning up the house and doing errands for him like getting the shopping. Those two hours were vital. He knew that it was a major vulnerability, not only in that she could carry the virus to him, but also that she might be too scared to come help him. There was little he could do about it though.

As if having become paralyzed through a car accident wasn’t bad enough, now he had to face a pandemic. He wished he had relatives close by in case things went pear shaped but his mother had died during the very same accident and he had never known his father. At times, it felt like nobody else knew he existed.

Still, he tried to put his worries to the back of his mind. But, that became impossible after hearing the Taoiseach’s announcement that Ireland was going into lockdown. Nobody was to go to work the next day.

It didn’t take long for his phone to ring. He knew it was Thelma, and this was almost certainly not going to be good news.

“Thelma?”

“Sean, have you seen the news? They don’t want want people to leave their homes. What will I do?”

Her voice was trembling.

“I’ll be okay. Don’t come tomorrow, hopefully we’ll get some clarification on things, if we wait a day or two.”

“Are ya sure?”

He wasn’t.

“Yes, I am. Talk again tomorrow ok”

With that, the call ended. He immediately rolled over to the kitchen and checked his fridge. There was enough for a day or two. He needed a plan in case he didn’t see Thelma for a while. Then it came to him – that Polish woman, but did he still have her number?

A Covid Romance (Pt 1)

Serena shuffled from side to side in her bed, restless and unable to sleep. Normally, she would have no problem sleeping but usually, the News didn’t have her so fearful. The images from Italy kept going through her mind; the faces of people gasping for breath. China had been a distant place in her mind, but Italy really wasn’t that far from Ireland. Ireland played them at the rugby each year and Irish people regularly went there on holidays. She knew that from work. It was inevitable that the virus would now reach here now. She tried to stop thinking about it, it would do her no good as she needed to work the next day.

Despite her difficulties sleeping, she made it into work. It was tough to work behind a bar when you are tired though. The place was bustling as usual with orders for food and drink flying in. But the same topic of conversation was at every table. At one point a chill went down Serena’s spine when she heard that a whole region in Italy had just gone into lockdown. She felt like she had been transported into a horror movie.

The first thing she did when she got home was to turn on the news to see the latest developments. Things were indeed as bad as she had feared. The Chief Medical Officer of the country Dr. Holohan said that it was now only a matter of time before there was a recorded case in Ireland. Serena’s thoughts turned to all the people who were about to die. She thought of her vulnerable neighbours. An elderly couple lived on one side of her and a guy in a wheelchair lived on the other side. She hadn’t interacted with them much till now but she resolved to call into them that night to let them know that she was there if they needed anything. It was the least she could do and it would take her mind off worrying about herself. At least, she would be doing something.

She went to the elderly couple first. Their names were Alan and Mary, both in their late seventies. And wow, could they talk. At first, about the virus then about their grown up children and finally about the forthcoming warm summer they were praying for. Finally, Sabrina managed to say her goodbyes, promising to check in on them if things deteriorated.

Then it was time to check in on the man that lived the other side of her in a row of bungalows. She didn’t know much about him and had only every seen him in the distance since she started renting her house three months previously. It was a very different experience. She buzzed the doorbell and waited. Just as she was about to leave the door opened slightly.

“Sorry, do I know you?”

“Oh! My name is Serena. I’m from Poland but I live next to you.”

“Oh right! Sorry, didn’t recognise you. Hope you don’t mind but I’m in quarantine with this virus and all.”

“Yes, that is why I am here. In case, you need anything. All you have to do is ring me. Okay?”

With that, she put a crumpled page with her name and number on it through the letter box sensing he didn’t want her close.

“Bye, don’t forget to ring if I can be of help!”

“Ehh, thanks.”

With that, she left.

Review of Milkman by Anna Burns

First things first, if you’re not from Ireland, or at least from some part of the UK I have no idea how you’ll understand what’s happening in this 2018 Booker prize winning novel. The city along with the different characters are not named, rather described. To an Irishman/woman/other, there is no doubt that the setting is 1970s Belfast and the novel is rife with its intricacies. This was a time of intrigue, suspicion and death.

The story is told through “middle sister” who lives in a no-go area controlled by renouncers of the State (Republican paramilitaries). It is the story of her relationships and of her sexual harassment by a man in power.

That man is Milkman, who is high up in the republican movement and uses his position to insidiously prey on a vulnerable, young woman who is only eighteen years old and just trying her best to get by in very complex times. Gradually and methodically he takes away her support network, whether its her maybe relationship or longest friend. The community as a whole, including her own family almost pushes into the relationship rather than protecting her.

The novel is multi faceted and the writing is dense. It is beautifully difficult with memorable characters like strong willed Ma and Nuclear Boy. But, it took me a long time to get through it and in the end she’s just lucky to survive it all. There is no piece of ingenuity, just pot luck and I found that somewhat disappointing. It is the kind of book that I can imagine coming up in and English exam, and students complaining about being forced to read it.

All in all, this novel gets three stars out of five from me.

My friend Katy (Part 4)

Oh God, I can’t believe I’m bringing Tom back to my flat and that I was so forward about it! Hope he doesn’t think I’m easy. Not sure what to do now! He’s following in the car right behind mine. Fortunately, my place is close by but I need to act cool now.

It takes eight minutes to arrive at my flat. I pull up beside the door and he parks next to me. I get out of my car and watch his muscular body as he maneuvers onto his manual wheelchair. With that, we head into my kitchen and I get one of the bottles of red wine that I had stashed away for just such an occasion.

It goes down well and it’s not long till we’re both finished our first glasses. For a while, we talk about old times and he tells me that he had a massive crush on me when were younger. I can feel the sexual tension.

“I really did miss you Katie, when you left for Australia.”

Tom is now holding my hand.

“I thought about you all the time you were gone.”

With that, I feel him rubbing my hand with his thumb. It’s driving me wild with desire.

I lean across him, kissing him on the mouth, biting his upper lip. He kisses me back, briefly sucking on my lower lip. I feel his hands caressing my breasts, but the wheelchair is getting in the way. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom where a double bed awaits.

We quickly take off our clothes and I take the initiative and go on top.

I’m surprised that he has erection, but say nothing and he enters me. Our bodies become a grinding whole for ten minutes, before an orgasm flows through my very being and I collapse beside him. Without thinking I then snuggle up to him and fall asleep.

My friend Katy (Part 3)

Katy looks stunning as she walks towards me. She is wearing a long, black dress, her bare shoulders caressed by her long, dark hair. Just as well that I put in a bit of effort myself. She leans down and kisses me on the cheek, giving me a whiff of her alluring fragrance before sitting down.

“So good to see you. It’s been a while!”

“Yes, it has,” she replies with a wide smile, “so, how have you been? I must say you’re looking very good these days.”

“Ah you noticed, yeah I’m doing a bit of weight training each night. I’ve been at it for the last eighteen months. I found that it helps clear my head, keeps me grounded. Other than that I’m working away at the accounting online. It’s been a life saver, makes my life so much easier. So tell me all about you and Australia! I really missed ya.”

Katie then told Tom about Australia, the heat and the lack of green. She had stayed in Perth, a place very different to Ireland.

“Are ya serious, the pubs close at 10pm?”

This is one place, Tom would never bother going to. Talk about boring.

By now, they were both enjoying their meal. Tom had gone for some salmon, whereas Katy gone had gone for turkey and ham.

In between bites Katie interjected.

“So, are you still seeing her?”

“No, it didn’t work out unfortunately. We decided it was best. How bout you? Were you a good or naughty girl over there?”

“It turned out Australians are not my type,” she replied with a small smile, while brushing her hair back with her hand.

Is she flirting with me? Nah it’s just me dreaming.

The conversation then switches to their families and how the different people they know are doing.

Unfortunately the time flew and it would soon be time for Tom to head home.

“What about a night cap? You can go in the morning? Come on, I haven’t seen ya in ages,” Katie said intensely looking right into his eyes.

Well, I was never going to refuse a night cap with a beautiful woman.

With that, we went out to our cars and headed to her apartment.

My friend Katy (Part 2)

Oh God! I can’t believe I’m late. I know Tom will wait for me, but he’s come all the way up to Dublin to see me, I could at least be on time. In fairness, I have spent the last hour putting on the perfect clothes and face for him. It’s a far cry from the old days when we took each other as we came. There was no nervousness meeting him in those days either, not like now.

I haven’t seen him in two years, what can I say other than it’s complicated. Even when I was at the other side of the world, I would think about him all the time. I couldn’t email him often, it was too raw.

Life had once been so different. He would wait for me outside my house and we would chat. They are times I treasure. Then there were the computer games and films. Everyday, there was something interesting to look forward to after school. He was my best friend, I told him everything. Of course, these were our awkward teenage years. There were times when I wanted to kiss him, but I was too shy to ask. I think he was too so nothing happened. Much to my shame, I also wondered in my insecurity what my classmates would say if I had a boyfriend in a wheelchair. They’d surely have asked me a host of questions about his disability Spina Bifida. Now I’d tell them to mind their business.

Then I had my first boyfriend and then another, we both just rolled with it. The funny thing is, he got on with them better than I did. So, my feelings for him just got pushed to the side. They were the best days of my life.

Slowly, things changed. Tom became much more confident especially when he left for college. I now had to share him with the world. It was him telling me about his first kiss, his first girlfriend. I never expected it to affect me but it did. Then, I started to dream about him.

He was a large part of the reason why I left. I needed to get away. I had shown up on campus unexpectedly. All he could talk about was his new girlfriend. To make matters worse, we bumped into her and she was gorgeous. I was heartbroken and resolved to push on with my life. Of course, I was always going to see him again.

I quickly close to door of the car and walk into the bar of the hotel. There he is waiting for me at a table in the distance. Briefly, I stop in my tracks. He is immaculately dressed in a suit in his wheelchair and he looks so damn hot with bulging arms. He has been working out and now I feel a tingle, before we even speak.

My friend Katy (Part 1) (Romance)

I was feeling something I hadn’t expected. It was difficult to put a finger on exactly what it was. No, it couldn’t be. My palms were sweaty. Was I nervous? That would quite simply be ridiculous. This wasn’t a date or even anything remotely close to that. I was meeting Katy, my best friend.

Maybe, this is normal. After all, I haven’t seen her in two years since she left for Australia and what I’m feeling is just the excitement of seeing her again. It is sort of strange though, when we were teenagers she lived across the way from me. We saw each other most days. I would wait for her outside of her house for a chat after school most days. Unless it was raining or too cold, which happened often during the colder months. Disability and inclement weather do not mix very well. She would waive to me in the distance, her long, brown hair bobbling over her blue uniform when she saw that I was waiting for her.

We would talk about life, school, music and our major crushes of the day. They were good times.

Occasionally, we would go into one of our houses and play some computer games, the only problem being that we both hated to lose. Once, she even stopped talking to me for a few days! It was something that even she was able to laugh about as we aged. In fairness, she was only fourteen at the time.

That was probably when we were at our closest. Having gone to an all-boys school, she was my only female friend and definitely the only girl I didn’t feel really shy around. I was the first one that she told about her first boyfriend. Yes, I was jealous wishing that I had whatever traits it was that made him special to her. But, I fought and hid those feelings. Her friendship was too important. Then there were other boyfriends, the jealousy faded. It was just the way things would be.

We didn’t see each other as often, when college as we went to separate places. Then it was her time to listen about my first girlfriend and different sexual experiences.

Then, two years after both of us graduated she left for the other side of the world. We had promised to keep in touch and although I tried, I heard little from her.

She is now ten minutes late. She always was, in the old days I’d always be at least this late myself to make sure I wouldn’t be waiting around too long. I’ve never been at his hotel previously having driven up to the outskirts of Dublin to meet her. She chose a good spot. The vast bar is only sparsely populated and it didn’t take me long to find a table.

Then, I think I see her pulling up in a car outside.

Playdate by Alex Dahl

Hello readers, I do hope you are all keeping good in these covid times. I have found a little gem for you all. Edgy, gripping, intense – Playdate by Alex Dahl is a fast paced thriller full of suspense that cleverly switches between the different characters involved, including the child herself. A seven year old called Lucia Blix is snatched while on a play date in a small town in Norway. I would guess that this is the worst nightmare of any young mother. The abduction is masterfully done, leaving little trace. The race begins to find her.

At first, a well known pan European criminal network is thought to be behind it. But the days and months pass without any breakthrough. All the time we’re learning more about what motivated the abductor and the girl’s new life.

There is much to admire about this novel and it is full of good believable twists. Nothing is as it seems and we gradually find out how different events are interwoven.

A feeling of suspense persists throughout the entire novel, there is no let up. As I got towards the end, I couldn’t put it down unsure if a grizzly ending was on the way.

The motto of the story is either you should or shouldn’t trust strangers with your children depending on the desired outcome.

Playdate gets four stars out of five.

Charlotte and Andy – Finale

Andy waited patiently at the bar drinking a glass of red wine and trying to get into the right frame of mind for the date. He was half an hour early just as he had planned. This was in case something unforeseen would happen causing him to be behind schedule. Fortunately, that had not happened. He was in the agreed waiting spot for her. Everything in his life now had to be planned that bit extra. It irked him immensely, but there was no way of getting round it. If he had his own car rather than relying on other people, that would be of help. He put it on his mental to do list, alas that list may yet become a bit foggy after a few drinks.

He was trying to drink slowly. The last thing that he wanted to do was ruin his date by being intoxicated. This was not something that used to bother him, but he was immensely fond of Charlotte.

Then, there she was, a fashionable fifteen minutes late. She looked gorgeous, in a black tank top and trousers. He hadn’t seen her so dolled up in many years. But, she looked more beautiful now than ever.

“Sorry for being late, traffic. Will we head in?”

Andy responded in the affirmative and they made their way to the table in the restaurant. Andy knew what he wanted to have the salmon dish, he had been looking forward to it all say and was now feeling the pang of hunger. Charlotte took a few minutes to decide, before settling on a dish of turkey and ham. The setting was quite romantic, with a candle in the middle of their round table in a darkened room. The tables around them were mostly empty. It was like they had the whole place to themselves.

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Andy is looking so good tonight and he smells great. I don’t recognize the deodorant, but I’d love to snuggle up to him. He’s obviously put in a lot of effort. A good sign. The dinner is lovely. Just wish I could have a drink too, to settle the nerves but I have to drive.

We’ve been talking for the last while about our hopes for the future. Despite everything, he is still a man of great ambition. I do hope things work out for him as planned. It must be difficult for him at times.

The only problem now is that he can only stay for a limited time before he has to go. A modern day Cinderella. I won’t let this opportunity slip. Not after pining for him all last night.

Our eyes meet and I say –

“There’s no need for us to be so far apart.”

I move my chair right next to his wheelchair. There’s no point stopping now and I move my mouth towards his.

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I love it when a woman takes control. She has the softest lips and our tongues swirl in unison. A dance of pure pleasure. I was told after the accident that although sensations in some areas had disappeared, in others it would be amplified. That is what is happening now or maybe it’s all Charlotte. The best kiss I ever had. The world now seems that bit more beautiful.