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5 finding life`s partner

5 finding life`s partner Day one; Mrs Ursula Parry, a widow of 66 summers, thumbed her way, slowly through yellow pages. Her home, the huge rambling old house overlooking the bay, that she and her late husband had made their home all those years ago. It was the home they had chosen for its remoteness, a mile and a half from the village, as her husband had had a joy in her making him scream when they were newlywed. Tony her Late husband had had a `sub` streak a mile wide, not that she had not enjoyed every second, her sadistic tendencies had come bubbling to the surface at every opportunity. They had had a fine marriage. Lasting for 35 years, he had been gone now for half that time and it had been a lonely slow passing time since. She was a handsome woman when Tony passed away in 1959, and after a period of mourning she had tried to do as her few real friends had suggested and tried to restart her life. She had been on a number of dates since then, less as time went on of course but other than one or two one night slander’s, she had never found another man so perfectly right for her. She was now a typical little old lady, slightly built, financially ok though no fortune, but enough not to be worried. She was what would today be called an O.H.B.S. (own home and bored stupid.) She was also very wary of men as not everyone was interested in her, more her money and home. Her wandering mind returned to the job in hand, she needed a handy-man, old Tom from the village was getting so ...

... old nowadays, and fairly frail having said he needed to leave as soon as she could get a replacement. Her fingers did the walking as the advert said; she felt that was a good thing as she never went far nowadays, and the search had not prove very fruitful. Rattattat, the knock at the door broke her daydream, it was old Tom, and he had in his hand a postcard taken from the village post office window. “Ar` misses, I know this’n, an he`s OK “he rasped. “un lived with en`s old mother till er turned er toes up month or too by, e`s lookin fer a job ter keep`n okoopied” the old chap had exhausted his rush of words and stood twiddling his cap nervously. Ursula took the card and read it carefully, HANDY MAN it read, TIDY WORKER, and the name TIM WILKS and the telephone number. She thanked the old chap and he wandered away happy that his labours for the old girl could soon be over. She rang the number and could almost feel the Younger man blushing as she asked if he would be interested and could he come for an interview. Date and time were soon agreed and Ursula felt happy with the little she had learnt of the man. The Very next afternoon Tim arrived at the door His club foot dragging as he walked, dressed in his Sunday suit, and looking well scrubbed, twiddling his flat cap in his hand. He rang the bell and stepped back, and after a short wait Ursula appeared, they both introduced themselves and Tim was shown into a sitting room with a stunning view of the bay. Ursula poured tea, she ...