Mary and Jo Day 11

Anya was busy she had three rooms left to do

Then another hallway after that she would be through.

Suddenly her vacuum died and went quiet,

Turning round she found the housekeep looking concerned and white!

“According to your records you were a doctor in your country, is that true.”

“Yes “said Anya , thinking that was another life, “just what is that to you.”

“It is that young couple staying in David’s room they have no money and she is not well. Could you check her out I will get Hannah to finish off your rooms.”

Without another word the two women made for David’s snug

Anya pleased to be able to use her given expertise, felt like giving the Jean a hug!

When they arrived Mares looked stressed with pain, fear in her eyes.

When she was told of Anya’s skills she was so relieved she cried.

Irena was there too and she smiled at Anya you need to reassure our patient that we know just what ticks

And what she has here, now, is a case of Braxton Hicks.

Anya checked Mares out and with Irena she agreed

That for Mares to rest and relax really was of the greatest need.

Jean the housekeeper smiled and said that would be fine

David was sharing with the concierge and the manager had seen the couples good effect on his business so he certainly would not mind.

Irena gently told Mares that before she had travelled here and become a maid she had been a midwife and Anya was a doctor and so a birthplan between the three of them made.

Jo was so relieved he went for a walk

And as he was hoping Gabe turned up for a talk.

Gabe told him to fear not that all would go well and after the babe was born as soon as Anya told them all was well they should pack up and go.

Happily humming Anya almost skipped along to her room

From the back of her cupboard she dug out her Drs bag and her books from where they had laid hidden in the gloom.

At last she thought, I can again do just what I love,

Even if it was just for a short time it was like a gift from up above.

Irena too was happy she and Anya were good friends they had travelled to this hotel together and now together they could practice medicine again!

Magi.com had landed and were Hilton bound in their hired limousine they needed food , drink and rest but after that to find the babe they were very keen.

After research on the plane they were even more determined not to contact herod.com again.

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Penrith Castle’s Tale.

I wish I had taken more photos. I was so taken up in the moment that my phone stayed mostly in my pocket. There among the stones and walls, I was there but not.

I did not see wind swept ruins in the heart of Penrith, I saw a home, with galleries, staircases, kitchens and all covered with beautiful tapestries and curtains. I could feel life in this place and it felt nice.

The Castle’s Secrets.

What

secrets

do you hold.

Echos of days

Of old. History

Unfolds holding so much

Reaching through time you touch me

I see, clear, your former glory

You told me your fascinating tale

Through time and space your history prevails.


More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 15/18

This week LindaGHill’s #SoCs prompt is the word HAIRY. We have been told to use it anyway we like earnings extra points for using more than one meaning of the word, above all to have fun.

Well I have not gone for bonus points this week because a little Christmas story popped in to my head. As it’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday I just wrote the Yule Poem. Mind you I did start and finish with the prompt word …. So maybe I might earn an extra point.😉

Hairy Mary was so scary

Not a good look for a fairy

No one wanted her atop their tree

Not a pretty sight for children to see.

Cold and lonely, thrown in the alley

Mary sat making, of her misfortunes, a tally .

Ruby dog homeward trots

A delapitated form she spots.

‘Hello” says Ruby to the fairy

“What’s your” name, reply came, “Mary.”

“No one loves me” wailed Mary

“I am so ugly and so hairy!”

“Well” said Ruby, “you look fine to me.”

So Ruby picked Mary up

Took her home, kind hearted pup.

Curled up warm in Ruby’s bed

Happy, both after being fed.

Scary Mary not so scary

Snoozed in Ruby’s coat so hairy.

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