Shoreline winter 16 - Charmouth

The Hollands Room
Do you get bored cooking for one?
Then there are the pots to be done.
So why not give yourself a treat,
All you have to do is use your feet.
So forget the cooking and the dishes
And get a meal that is tasty and nutritious.
So once a month if you are able
You can meet with friends around a table.
Come and join me in the Hollands Room.
It is great fun and I hope to see you soon.
by Betty Diamond who is a regular at the
Village Breakfast and Village Lunch
Valentine’s day
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would be noisier than usual, and much busier, and
she would find it harder to put her proposal to
Henry.
“I think I may be a little early,” she said to the new
and very young waiter, as he took her coat. She
scanned the reception for Henry, feeling rather
conspicuous standing alone. After what seemed
like an age, she saw him approaching, looking very
dapper in his dark suit. She noticed his head of
thick white hair. She smiled secretly. Very well
groomed! Heads turned as they entered the
restaurant and all eyes seemed to be upon him as
he helped her to her favourite seat.
She felt a sudden dryness in her throat as she
thought of what she was about to do, and how the
consequences would change her life. What if he
says no? How embarrassing would that be? He
was obviously aware of her agitation. He was
being particularly attentive, making suggestions on
what she might like to eat. In her haste to get out
of the flat she had forgotten her glasses, and
couldn’t read the specials board. But after all this
time he knew her likes and dislikes only too well.
After the starter and a glass of wine, she felt
herself relax a little, but Henry had become rather
preoccupied. She wished she could have a proper
conversation with him, but the restaurant was
heaving tonight, and the clamour of other people’s
conversation seemed to be bouncing off the walls
and floor. She could feel a migraine coming on,
and was quite relieved when the evening was
nearly over.
She saw Henry re-entering the room and
approaching her with a single red rose. She’d ask
him now. If he agrees, perhaps she should think
of nicknames: Harry, or better still, Hal.
Henry put the silver tray down in front of her,
together with the red rose and the bill. She routed
through her bag for her credit card.
Yes, I think Hal will do very well. After all, these
amateur cat breeders usually think up the most
Poetry
Morgans Miscellanea
We did a spot of B&B, something for Anne to do,
Anne said what would be useful is a coffee pot for two.
She said, ‘Pop off to Axminster and see what you can find’.
She gave me my instructions just to buy a certain kind.
I searched the shops in Axminster and there were pots galore,
They specialise in kitchen stuff in that big corner store.
But even they could not supply the pot that I required.
‘There’s some of those on order,’ they said till I was tired.
When I got back to Charmouth I said to Anne ‘Guess what?
I went to all the shops you said and no one had that pot.’
‘Not even that big corner store, they must have had one there?’
‘Well yes, you would have thought so but they didn’t have I swear.’
I wandered down to Morgans, to get my Daily Mail,
I looked around their kitchen stuff to see what was for sale.
To find what I was looking for would be a lengthy shot,
But there to my amazement was the very coffee pot.
A football, fork or Philip’s screw, whatever you’ve in mind,
Have a look in Morgans it’s surprising what you’ll find.
It’s Charmouth’s little Harrods, your wants are all supplied,
A trip to B&Q or Smiths could be a wasted ride.
Peter Crowter
ridiculously long names for their kittens, and I’m sure Henry will
be no exception.
She looked at Henry’s beautifully manicured nails as he fussed
with the crumpled tablecloth before taking her card. He was an
excellent waiter and a good companion over coffee on quieter
Mondays, and one day he would make someone a wonderful wife!
But all she was interested in at this moment was whether he would
allow her to have his beautiful, pure white Main Coon Kitten.
Jane Bean
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