New Tangled Tango #25

Previously

They chatted for a few moments before Geoff picked up his microphone.

“We open Round Two everyone, with a Turf Tango – a sod of a dance.”

His awful pun gave rise to a mixture of merriment and friendly heckling.

Tony had returned to his seat by that time and he led Cathy onto the dance floor: Steve, cheered by Cathy’s invitation, walked across to dance with Olwyn.

Continued

Saturday 16th April  14, Mereside Close – Cathy’s house

Steve arrived promptly at ten-thirty that morning, parking his car on the roadside outside Cathy’s house. It was the first time that he had seen it for quite a while. He stopped for a moment, before walking down her driveway, to look at the view she had of the Mere through the trees on its banks. Some small sailboats were already skimming across its surface. It was a sunny day with a breeze that, though light in the Spring sunshine, was sufficient to fill their sails.

As he turned towards her house he noted how similar it was to Geoff and Mary’s, just along the Close in the direction of the main road. The houses were all 1960s-built detached houses – as were many houses on the outskirts of the town. Cathy’s house had a block-paved double driveway bordered at the side by a small lawn with a goat-willow in the centre. To the front and rear of the lawn were borders of small shrubs.

He walked up the slight slope leading to the door, which was flanked on either side by windows, and rang the bell. Through the glass of the porch he could see that the main door of the house had a half-glazed, stained-glass sidelight to one side. Cathy opened the door, smiling in welcome, and beckoned him inside as she opened the porch door to him.

“Hi, Steve,” she said, “Right on time. The ‘punctuality of princes’ or some such.”

“I haven’t seen any princes. Will I do?” he countered.

While she was hanging up his coat, he praised the skill of the stained-glass work.

“I’ve never noticed it before. I really like the way that the afternoon sunlight picks out the colours and projects them onto your Hall carpet. Is it original to the house or did you have it made to order.”

“Made to order,” she replied, “It was Ken’s idea and he chose the design. I think that would have been in the early 1980s. I loved it from when it was installed.”

He looked down. Chivers was greeting him by brushing against his legs.

“Oh,” she said I hope that you don’t mind cat hairs: that you’re not allergic or anything.”

Chivers was mewling and his tail was up to show his confidence.

“No,” he assured her, “I have no problem with either cats or dogs. This little fellow – I assume that it’s a ‘he’ from his colour – he’s a beauty.”

“Yes, this is Chivers, the marmalade cat.”

“How old is he? I don’t remember him from last time.”

“He’s only just over a year old but he thinks that he owns the house and everything in it.”

As Steve looked up he noticed Cathy’s framed diplomas hung on the wall of the recess next to the sidelight. He asked her about the various Librarianship qualifications. She explained briefly what  each represented on her journey to  her present role.

“Enough about work,” she said to change the subject , “let’s go and have that cup of tea.”

Featured Photo

We’re back at Cathy’s house – fair warning: we’ll be at this key scene for quite a few posts. I’ve used a reminder of the image of “Cathy’s House” I used several posts ago. For today’s Featured photo – to represent Chivers, I’ve used a smartphone photo of our beautiful, beloved, but now deceased, ginger tomcat Tigger. He passed 15 April, 2019 aged seventeen.

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Author: writingandphotography0531

I am a retired local government officer. At that time, I was an IT manager and had associated responsibilities for training. I have previously been involved, in various organisations, with aspects of industrial training and management development. My hobby is photography and, until recently, hillwalking in Snowdonia. I have just written my first novel, Persephone and the Photographer, published as a Kindle eBook.

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