I’m taking a break.

I am going on a ship for a few days to the Canary Islands to rest up before getting stuck into my next book due out in spring. Thank you all for you responses and have a Merry Christmas.

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I’ve published it! HURRAH!

Hi again everyone,

Well, that process didn’t take as long as I expected, and I only got through one pot of coffee doing it.

I have to tell you it was a nice feeling seeing my work on Amazon on that computer screen.

Now, you may wonder why I’m not jumping up and down with joy? Well it’s not in my nature, I have never been fortunate enough to feel those ecstatic really happy emotions, Yes, it’s sad isn’t it? But as an inspirational young woman once said to me about something, ‘I felt quite made up,’ I think that sums it up for me.

For me it’s lovely to see something that did not exist until I conceived it, wrote it down word by word. The pictures in my head real to me, I had the desire to share the story with others. But what a journey, with its ups and downs. Upsetting my wife on more than one occasion. Sometimes she must have thought that I was never going to put the pen down.

That editing process, WOW. That was horrendous for me, and for her as well I suppose, when you enter the work  into the computer that first time. My wife wanted to divorce me, and rightly so too. I wasn’t a nice person when I was editing, I am ashamed to confess. And it seemed to go on forever.

The publishing process was difficult for me, partly because I always manage to choose the difficult path first, that leads nowhere and builds frustration and despair sometimes. But it’s done now, thank goodness.

It’s funny you know; my wife can read a book in a day when she wants. Then I think of the months of work and upset and dedication that goes into producing just one book, it can be heart breaking. Especially when she picks one up she doesn’t like and only reads the first quarter of it and says, “I can’t get into that.” Makes me wonder what people are going to say about my books?

Now I have a knot in my stomach just thinking about that. I do realise that only a tiny proportion of people will like my work, and that’s fine by me, as long as that tiny proportion all find their way to my books:-)

OK, it’s on Amazon now, that’s what you have been waiting to hear isn’t?

You’re looking for Gypsy Girl of Seville by Tom Foy.

It is on Amazon now, and If you are on Amazon Prime it is free to read at this minute.

If you do choose to read it, it is a bit hot, I hope you enjoy it and tell your friends.

If you didn’t enjoy it, tell your friends why you didn’t like it, they might want to read it. Either way if you wish to comment, I am at the email address at the end of the book. Please do and tell me what you think, even if it’s just a one-line comment, it will all be gratefully received.

If you want to have a look at it, visitAmazon.com and enter B082T2X3DM in their search box, click on the book cover. Then if you just want to see the first few pages, click on the book cover again and scroll down, you will see the first two chapters. Why don’t you have a look at my authors web site while your there, yes that’s me looking back at you.

I hope you enjoy it. May I take the opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year:-)))

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Nearly finnished.


I am so sorry that I have not put anything on here for some time, my life has been manic with researching and editing various stories. I am coming to the final stages of my first slightly erotic novel.

The process of editing and organising is not that easy for someone like me. but today I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The book is called Gypsy Girl of Seville. Written under the name of Tom Foy, my Step fathers name to honour his memory.

About the book.

This first book takes you to the heat of Spain in the summer of 1850, it is a raw, gritty, erotic historical tragedy.

It tells of:

A sensual gypsy girl.

A handsome soldier, newly arrived.

A young girl follows him expecting marriage.

Uncontrollable emotions.

Passion in the heat of Seville.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well that’s all for now. My next job is the process of publication. So, I have a coffee pot on the stove and I will take a deep breath and dive head first into it.

Bye for now.

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Chloe’s brief encounter

A 30-minute Story

Hi, I’m sorry I have been offline for some time, too much stimulation, pen pushing and computer bashing. Well what do you expect from a writer? I am told that their lives are only exciting from looking within, My wife thinks it’s boring looking from the outside. Just the back someone’s head writing, typing or thinking. I hope you enjoy this 30 minute story. Tel me if you like it! DON.

Credit to Mrs Oliff, Betty D, and Jenny. My thanks to them.

Please be aware that this story contains adult sexual references and may be offensive to some.

Alec emerged from the large double doors of the supermarket in his black over coat and balck trilby hat, carrying his single bag of shopping. He hasn’t needed any more than one since his wife died five years ago. He goes shopping every few days just for something to do, rather than just sit in the empty flat on his own.

Three strapping young men in hoodies came running very fast behind Alec, past the entrance laughing and shouting at the tops of their voices. As they ran; they knocked a young woman over carrying two bags of shopping who was just coming out of the shop. She fell backwards hitting her head on the door, just behind where Alec stood.

The boys ran off laughing and swearing loudly, leaving the young woman lying on her back in the doorway, her shopping falling out of her bags onto the floor. Alec a trained first aider, went to her assistance and saw to her immediate medical needs, and asked the staff on hand to gather up her shopping up while he looked to see if the skin was broken and attend to the young woman.

A little later, he and the young woman were sitting in the supermarket’s café drinking a cup of tea, Alec was watching for any signs of concussion as they talked over their drinks.

She thought he was so kind to take charge and help her like this.

He thought she was a lovely young woman. He insisted that she went to the local hospital’s A&E dept. She agreed to go and he loaded their bags into the boot of his car and drove her there.

She was checked out by the doctors as being OK and discharged. Alec insisted that he take her home drop her at her door. She wasn’t sure about this, a strange old man in a big car, and her on her own. He took her to her block of flats and said he would leave her bags on the pavement to take up herself, as she was a young woman on her own and he was a stranger.

That settled it for her, she looked into the old man’s eyes and saw gentle compassion and asked, “Would you like to come up for a drink?” He carried her bags up to the top flat on the second floor, becoming puffed out when he got there, not letting her carry anything. She helped him inside taking one of the bags sat him down then made him a drink. They talked until 5.00pm.

He told her he must be going and asked, “Would you mind if I left my card? Maybe you could let me know by email, how you are in a few days. She was really taken with the old man, his kindly nature, his sympathetic ear, and his concern for her.

After he left, she thought what a shame it was that Alec had all those traits that she found most attractive in a man, but he looked old enough to be her granddad. Although he was slim and wiry with a full head of hair, he struggled to get up the stairs. She laughed out loud to herself that she was initially worried about being attacked by a strange man, and in the end, she had to help him in the flat. She had enjoyed talking to him very much, he was easy to talk to and she immediately felt she could trust him. When he presented his card as he left, she thought that was really quaint.

Back in his flat Alec put the shopping away and had his tea. He was facing the TV with the news on. He wasn’t seeing the news, his mind was full with the image of the beautiful young woman, her lovely blue almond shaped eyes, a little nose, and those lovely lips in a wonderful wide smile, and she had all that long dark hair down to her shoulders. She was his perfect woman, if she had only been older. She had a lovely figure and was nice to talk to; he felt she really listened to him. He thought about her all evening and she kept him awake all night too.

Two days later Chloe picked up Alec’s card remembering the old man and thought about sending a thank you email. She put alec@davis.com into her contacts and wrote:

Hi Alec,

How are u today, I have just got home from work feeling very well now and thought I would let u know how grateful I am to u for all your trouble, and for how well u looked after me, thank you so much, I enjoyed talking to u. If u want to email me please keep my address chloe@chloetill.com


Sent from my iPhone

Alec saw an email appear in his inbox at 5.40pm. He opened it quickly when he realised it was from the young woman he had taken to the hospital. He touched the screen on his iPad and read the message; he got a thump in his chest as he read the nice message and felt her thoughtfulness come through in her writing. He could see her sat emailing at her table. He read the message again, and then he went and made a cup of tea and read her message again. He imagined her lovely face looking down, her slender fingers touching screen on her phone. His breath was coming short; all he could see was her face and hear her lovely soft voice, like angels singing.

He got up and went into the hallway, looked into the large mirror that he and his wife had brought from their previous large four bedroomed home years ago. He leaned in close looking at the 69 year old face the grey hair still thick and said aloud, “You silly old bugger, just get your feet back on solid ground, a young woman that beautiful is never going to look at you the way you are thinking of her, now just stop it, or you will make a right prat of yourself.”

He went back into the lounge and read the email again; nothing had changed, except what he saw. He got an A4 pad he used for shopping lists and notes and started to draft out a response to her email. It was 2.00am when he made the final draft that sounded normal, and not like a declaration of undying love for her.


Dear Chloe,

Thank you for your kind email, it was nice of you to inform me of how you are, I too enjoyed talking to you, maybe one day we can meet up and have coffee together in town my treat, what do you think?


Alec Davis


Dear Alec,

It was nice to hear from u too, Yes, I’d like that very much.


Sent from my iPhone

Alec heard the ping of his iPad as her email arrived. He read it 10 times and wrote eight different versions of reply; he chose the one that didn’t mention kissing her feet.


Dear Chloe,

That sounds very nice perhaps you can choose the place and time, as you must have a very busy life with little time to spare.

If it helps, I could offer to take you to dinner and that would save you with shopping and preparing a meal one night and it would be a real treat for me.

Best Regards


Alec checked his emails all day and night until a reply finally arrived at 7.30am the next day.

Hi Alec,

Thanks for your generous offer, that sounds very nice, how about the pizza place in the town square tomorrow (Friday) 6.30pm?


Sent from my iPhone

Alec’s hands started to tremble when he saw the number ‘1’ appear in his inbox he didn’t get many emails so it had to be from her, he clicked it and it was! His heart pounded his hands continued shaking, he felt like he had just won the lottery. He read the mail and felt so happy, his mind raced, he couldn’t stop it. He went out into the hall and looked into the mirror again. “She has only accepted an invitation to a meal OK!” He said aloud.

He went back and tapped into the iPad.


Dear Chloe,

Yes, that would be fine!

Best Regards


Though it did take him four attempts to word it correctly before he sent it.

Chloe received the message before she went out to work. That will save me cooking tomorrow she thought, and sent a return message.


Hi Alec,



Sent from my iPhone

And she left for work.

Alec read “Great” at least 20 times during the day and into the evening; he could not get the vision of this beautiful woman out of his head all night.

Chloe got up the next morning and thought, I wonder if the old man remembers about the meal tonight, I don’t want to get there and he’s not turned up, I can’t afford to buy my own until next week when my wages go in the bank? She sent an email.


Hi Alec,

Looking forward to it see you at 6.30pm.


Sent from my iPhone

Alec had been awake all night reading her emails. He was overjoyed when her unexpected mail arrived confirming 6.30pm. He was the happiest man in town. He bathed at 4.00pm and used a lot of cologne as he dressed. At 6.15pm he applied an equal amount of cologne to be sure he smelt alright.

Chloe got home at 6.00pm. And in bra and pants, she went through her cupboards drawers and over the floor looking for something suitable to wear to a pizza place with an old man. She had nothing like twin-set and pearls. She threw on the best she could find in the mess, put a couple of squirts of smelly on, and went with black pants that she had only worn twice since washing, a clean black T-shirt with flowers on it and a pair of flats, then she ran like hell to get there by 6.35.

Chloe came running across the square towards him; she looked like an angel in black. Her trim athletic figure her long dark hair flying out as she ran.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I should have made it 7.00pm shouldn’t I?” She said panting. “Thanks for waiting for me. She leaned in and kissed his cheek.”

He thought he felt his heart pounding as she kissed his cheek and he smelt her sweet perfume. He was suddenly in heaven. He would have waited all night for her. “That’s all right I have only just got here myself.” He lied.

They went in and ate dough balls and pizza; she ate most of his dough balls and half of his pizza as well, as he couldn’t manage all of his. They talked for hours, getting along really well; she felt she could tell him anything. He drove her home and he went up to her flat for a drink; he didn’t leave until 1.00am. They talked about everything. He sat there looking at her pretty face transfixed as she poured out her life story. He loved it, he loved her, “You can tell me anything anytime you like you like I would love to hear it,” he said as he left.

She gave him a long hug squeezing him.

He just held her, he didn’t dare breathe while she was holding him, and he thought the spell would break if he breathed. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest, her whole body warm and soft alongside his, her perfume enveloped him warm and sweet. He was proud he didn’t disgrace himself by pushing his erection into her stomach when she hugged him.

He didn’t remember walking on the ground on the way to his car or indeed any of the journey home. He was still in her arms, her smell, and the soft warmth of her clinging to him. It was almost too much to bear. He didn’t sleep that night; his mind wouldn’t stop thinking about her, all his sensations and his mind were still turned on full.

Chloe slept like a log. When she got up, she thought the old boy had been really sweet buying her pizza like that; he was really nice to talk to as well, if only she could find a bloke of her own age like him.

The next morning 7am Alec sent her another email.

Dear Chloe,

Thank you for your company last night, it was for me, one of the most enjoyable evening’s I have ever had. I hope we can do it again as my treat. If you ever wish to talk or email me, I am here for you.

Very best regards


Chloe got out of bed at 9.00am did the loo thing, got cereal and coffee for breakfast, getting to her emails at 9.30. She read Alec’s and smiled, he is a really a sweetie and he hadn’t tried anything on with me either, she thought, he’s a real gentleman, it’s just a shame he’s is a bit old.

She sat drinking a coffee tapping into her phone a long, long email, and sent it

saying how much she enjoyed the evening with him and that she was more than happy to go out with him again in an evening after work and she included a conversation about a previous boyfriend that she had started to tell him about last night in this she referred to something of her sexual preferences.

Alec received the email and had to sit down to read it. The words hit home, making his heart pound and his hand tremble. He had never read anything as exciting as this before. His mind filled with images of Chloe, he imagined fulfilling her preferences. He felt really excited and went to the bathroom to relieve this feeling; this was the first time that he had felt he wanted to do this since his wife died five years ago. But, when he tried taking himself in hand, it wouldn’t get hard, he tried everything rubbing it, swinging it, squeezing it, nothing worked. He eventually gave up feeling shocked, angry and upset that his body was letting him down all he had was something to piss through.

Chloe wondered whether she should have sent that last email, she might have gone too far and shocked the old fella. After all he normally replies by return, and now it was after 12.00pm and he still hasn’t replied. She wondered if the old fella was alright, and decided to send another.


Hi Alec,

Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that last email, did I shock you?


Sent from my iPhone

Alec felt awful when he received her email, because he hadn’t replied, he’d forgotten.


Dear Chloe,

I have been out this morning, only just got back and read your email, its fine, in fact it’s more than fine, thank you for sharing it with me, and I am here for you as a friend if you wish.

Very best regards


Chloe was pleased to get his reply. She had broken up with her best friend weeks ago, after had she stolen Chloe’s boyfriend so she lost two friends at the same time. Now she felt she needed someone to talk and confide in and Alec was nice and liked to listen. She replied.


Hi Alec,

I am so pleased I didn’t shock or offend you; it’s nice to have someone to talk to if it’s only over the internet. What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?


Sent from my iPhone

Alec saw her email arrive and his heart jumped as he read it eagerly, he felt so warm and close to this young woman, he had to reply:


Dear Chloe,

I am going into town again for a bit of shopping, then spending the night in, tomorrow I am going to the Knaves Hollow Hotel for a lonely Sunday lunch. Unless you would care to join me as my guest and save yourself some washing up?

Very best regards


Saving the washing up appealed to Chloe and going to that posh hotel was a real bonus, so she replied:


Hi Alec,

I would love to come, are you sure you want me there?


Sent from my iPhone


Alec replied:

Dear Chloe,

Of course, I’m sure. I would love your company, who wouldn’t like the company of a lovely young woman at lunchtime; can I pick you up at 12.15 at yours?

Very best regards



Chloe wrote back:

Hi Alec,

You, old flatterer you, I see I will have to help keep my eye on you.

12.15 will be cool.


Sent from my iPhone

Then Alec was beside himself with joy, he was going to have lunch with her tomorrow. He went into town and bought a new shirt, pair of trousers and a bottle of cologne, the first things he had bought for himself in five years.

Chloe chilled out on her bed looking at her Facebook, INSTAGRAM and Pinterest accounts, catching up with what her friends were doing.

Alec couldn’t sleep again, his head was full of images of Chloe and her preference’s, he was 69 years old and he knew no one who had been so open about what they liked sexually, he tried giving himself relief again, but it was came to nothing.

Chloe spent part of the evening looking at porn until she felt randy enough, then undid her jeans then pulling them down a bit, she put the tablet so she could see the porn video. She put a hand in her thong and rubbed herself to a leisurely climax thinking of herself as the girl in the video. When she climaxed in her mind, she thought she saw Alec stood there, cock in hand, waiting to be next in line to take her. She shook her head to clear her mind of the images and she took her hand out of her thong quickly. What was the old man doing in my fantasy, she thought? Shaking her head again and finishing the can of beer on her bedside-table.

Alec started getting ready at 11.00am on Sunday; he bathed, shaved and covered himself in cologne. Then, in clean underwear, new shirt and pants he looked into the full-length mirror and felt really good. He walked around his flat rereading all her emails on his iPad especially the one describing her preferences. He didn’t sit down as he might crease his new trousers. He left his flat at 12.05 and he pulled up outside Chloe’s at the allotted time looking up at her window.

Bang on time Chloe looked through the window and saw Alec’s car draw up. She had a bra on and she was looking around for a clean thong. She found one that looked clean and slipped jeans over it, and a top that she thought was the cleanest. It was a bit low at the front, she had to pull herself about a bit so she didn’t show her nipples and it showed a lot of cleavage, but it was the only clean one she had. Ah well he won’t mind seeing that will he? she thought, as she pulled her hair out of the band holding her pony tail and dragged a comb through it, she squirted the last of her perfume between her breasts and behind her ears, and then slammed the door shut behind her. It was only 12.30 when she got onto the passenger seat.

“Hi Alec,” she said, “Sorry I’m a bit late it has been a busy morning.” She felt guilty, because she had actually been watching porn in bed and had two climaxes before getting up at 11.30. Getting a cup of coffee and sitting on the loo for 15 minutes then a shower and then she saw his car draw up.

“That’s alright, it’s lovely to see you, thank you very much for coming with me, I get lonely eating on my own, so having someone looking so… lovely is a real treat.”

Chloe looked down at her cleavage, “I’m not showing too much am I?” She said adjusting herself in her bra and top.

Not at all, show as much as you like. At my age, I have seen a few of those, but not as nice as yours though.

“Alec, you devil, what should I do with you?” She said laughing aloud.

Alec drove along thinking, anything you like!

In the hotel restaurant they got a nice table for two by a sunny window. The sun shone through onto Chloe’s face and cleavage, and Alec had difficulty not looking at it. He watched transfixed as Chloe attacked her carvery meal. Her breasts moved pleasantly in her top, Alec thought. This created an uncomfortable area in his trousers, and he was pleasantly surprised to find he was sporting hardness that he had been so elusive since meeting her. Unfortunately, it was emerging at an inconvenient time. He dropped his napkin on the floor and managed to adjust himself as he picked it up and put it back in his lap.

The two of them talked about anything and everything, just two people getting along very well together. Chloe felt really relaxed with him and told him secrets and intimacies. After the third glass of wine, she confessed that she wished that he was a little younger because he was her perfect man.

He sat totally smitten by her, trying hard not to look down her cleavage, as he listened to her confessions. His hardness was becoming fit to burst. He wanted to lean across and kiss those beautiful soft lips of hers. His mind was racing thinking of all the things he would love to do with her if only she was older.

A leisurely 2½ hours later, he felt he must pay the bill and leave as they were the only ones left in the place except for the staff, and they will be wanting to finish work. He took her home and he needed to help her upstairs as the wine was making her unsteady. She opened her front door with difficulty and invited him in for a drink. He refused partly because of the inside of her flat looked like a bomb site, partly because she was definitely worse for drink, and partly because one of her breasts was almost out on display and he longed to put it back for her but he was too much of a gentleman.

He refused saying, “Another time.” She turned to him, hugged and kissed him on the lips, her tongue seeking entry, he sucked the tip of it and broke away from her thinking this was too much. He felt he would be taking advantage of her and left quickly. Chloe went into her flat and crashed out.

When Alec got home, his hands were shaking and he could feel his heart was still thumping hard in his chest. His lips were still tingling from her kiss and he could still feel the warmth of her body against his and the sight of her breast was just wonderful. He wanted to lift it out completely kiss and suck it to please her, he knew she had pink areola and she loved to have them sucked, she had told him. But she was drunk and he was brought up a gentleman, and gentlemen didn’t take advantage of women like that. By the time he got into his bathroom and looked down at it, his previous excitement had dwindled away and he was left with a little bit of wrinkled skin once more. So, he made his mind up, there and then, where he was going in the morning.

Monday morning it was Chloe’s bonus day off. She woke up at 7.00 am and rushed into the bathroom. She sat on the loo her head banging, she went into the cupboard in the kitchen and got some pain killers then went back to bed. She woke again at 10.30am and got dressed and made herself a drink. She looked round her flat and realised, this week was the week she was going to have to do some washing and clean the flat up, and it looked a mess. She sat thinking about Alec yesterday, she’d had a nice time with him, and he was a real gentleman, holding the door open for her, getting the chair for her at the table. He hadn’t said anything about how low her top was, and he didn’t take advantage, though he had a little suck of my tongue, I think that he could be a real devil if he let himself go. I felt really comfortable with him, I liked his company and he’s a nice person. But I wonder why he left quickly like that? I’ll email him.

11.15 PM

Hi Alec,

Thank you for a lovely time I really enjoyed it. But why did you rush off like that?


Sent from my iPhone

He wrote back.

11.20 PM

Dear Chloe,

You were a little drunk and I didn’t feel I should take advantage of the situation,

Sorry I hope that didn’t upset you.

Very best regards


11. 25pm

Hi Alec,

I was fine with what was happening, let’s do it again sometime OK?

Chloe x

Sent from my iPhone

11.30 PM

Dear Chloe,

I would love to.

Best regards

Alec x

Monday morning Alec went to his doctor’s surgery first thing in the morning. He waited and waited, right until the last appointment of the morning. When he went into see the doctor, he tried hard to explain through his embarrassment that he had a particular problem, but it took him quite a few minutes to get around to asking for Viagra. The doctor looked at Alec’s medical record on the computer and told him, he didn’t want to prescribe it really because of his condition. He eventually said yes, but he told him must to be very careful as his blood pressure could be affected, and he strongly suggested that Alec takes no more than one a month. And he had to understand that it was prescribed on a private prescription which will cost him.

Alec took the prescription straight around to a pharmacist quite some distance from his home to have it filled. Then he went home and spent 20 minutes reading through the leaflet inside the pack about the many side effects, they frightened him a lot, thinking what could happen to him. He made a cup of tea and thought long and hard about the path he was thinking of taking. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Chloe, how lovely she was, her hair, and her smell everything about her. He made up his mind after reading all her emails again.

Chloe needed something. Everyone said there was a lot of it about and she could see that some people were getting it, there were web sites dedicated to it. She had tried going down to the pub in town more than once to see if she could get picked up by the right guy, but still she wasn’t getting sex. When she went to bed at night, she would bring herself off with her fingers before going to sleep. At work once, she went into the loo and brought herself after seeing this drop-dead gorgeous bloke in town. One night while she was rubbing herself into a climax she thought of Alec as she cried out in pleasure, wondering what it would be like with him. Afterwards she wondered whether he would be up to it, certainly not after climbing the stairs to her flat.

Chloe was out at her girlfriends in the afternoon and found she hadn’t taken her phone with her in her bag, when she got back home, she found another email from Alec.


Dear Chloe,

Do you like Indian food?

Would you like to join me for a meal at the Taj on Thursday evening?

Very best regards

Alec x


Hi Alec,

That would be nice, what time?

Chloe x

Sent from my iPhone


Dear Chloe,

I’ll pick you up at 6.45pm

Very best regards

Alec x

Alec kept trying to get an erection, two or three times a day, but to no avail.

On Thursday Alec was ready by 6.15pm and sat impatiently looking at the news. He arrived at Chloe’s on time and waited. She waved at him through the window. She was dressed from the waist up, but naked below. After waving she searched for clean underwear. She thought the panties she found were clean then she grabbed a pair of black trousers, slipped them on, stepped into a pair of flats and ran downstairs.

She was breathless when she got in his car, “I’m sorry I’m late I was late back from Sue’s, how are you Alec?” Then she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He immediately forgot he had waited 10 minutes for her, his face tingled where her lips touched him and he felt excitement fill his whole body again. He was so aware of her body that close to him, he had trouble concentrating on his driving.

Once they got sat down in the Taj, their conversation picked up where it had left off on their last date. She felt so at ease in his company, she drank her wine and told him or her hopes dreams and confidences and hinted at what she would like to have done to her.

Alec sat transfixed looking at this beautiful young woman telling him everything about herself, he had thought she was lovely that first day at the hospital, but now he was listening to her tell him what she liked sexually, and it fitted his own preferences like a completed jigsaw, he couldn’t love her any more if he tried.

At the end of the second glass of wine she was looking at Alec thinking he wasn’t a bad looking man for his age and he dressed smart. He had been a successful businessman and he sold his business, now he is living comfortably off the proceeds. She slipped her shoes off and rubbed her feet up and down his and his ankles. Alec felt her foot stroke his and his and his excitement lifted as did the insides of his trousers.

Chloe only had a sip of the third glass of wine as her feet ran up Alec’s legs under the table. “How would you like to take me home, now?”

Alec was bursting with excitement before she had asked him, but now it was the time to act, she had given him enough signs,” I would love to.” He paid the bill and they left. When they got in the car she leaned across and kissed his cheek again and when he turned to face her, she kissed his lips and this time when her tongue entered his lips, he sucked it enthusiastically. Her hand came up behind his head and pulled him to her and he wondered whether his stiffness was going to last long enough to be useful.

She thought his kisses were pretty good and her hand went down into his lap to seek out the possibilities and found him ready for action. “Are you going to come in tonight so I can thank you for you for the nice meal?”

“I would like that very much,” he said anxious to drive to hers quickly.

On the way back Chloe hoped that she had cleaned the flat up enough, had she put her dirty underwear in the basket?

Up in her flat, she kissed him and he responded more forcefully than she had expected, he was gipping a handful of her hair at the back of her head and crushing his lips to hers. He had a full head of hair and he was kissing her hard and she liked it, she took a handful of his and pulled him to her. His hand came up and held her breast. She pulled her top up over her bra with one hand and Alec moaned into her mouth as his hand went inside her bra. Chloe moaned back into his mouth as her hand dropped to the front of his trousers, her fingers eagerly gripping what she found.

“Let me please you the way you want,” he moaned, breaking away from the kiss, breathing heavily still holding her hair. She held onto him not wanting to let go. They walked that funny walk you do, when you are both taking each other’s clothes off at the same time as kissing. She sat on the side of the bed naked when he knelt between her opened legs. He leaned forward kissing and licking her all the way from her knees to her most sensitive centre. A minute later she cried out loudly in ecstasy, her stomach twitching as her climax peaked. She was pulling and guiding his head with two handfuls of his hair and she shouted out loud animal noises.

She pushed his head away at that point when it became unbearably sensitive. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and got up on his knees, his pride showing just when he needed it. He moved in closer and rubbed his tip up and down her wet entrance, and then pushed in her, feeling great emotion.

She moaned in appreciation as he entered her fully. It had been a long six years since he last felt this, and now to be making love to a beautiful young woman at his age was a dream come true. If only he could hold onto it long enough to please her.

When Chloe climaxed on Alec, she cried out long and loud. Letting everyone in the flats know she was enjoying herself. Alec really wanted to put a pillow over her face to quieten her, but what the hell, if he could satisfy her let it happen. He held on long enough to please her first. Then it was his turn and it was so good for him it almost hurt. As he completed, he felt a sharp pain and grabbed the middle of his chest.

“She looked up and saw him grimacing, “Alec, are you alright?”

She got up quickly and held onto him, “What can I do?” she cried.

He looked into her face, “Do you know you are perfect?” he said, feeling the pain go away.

She stroked his face, “What’s wrong tell me?” her panic rising.

He smiled at her, “It’s gone now, I’m OK stop worrying, its just angina that’s all, don’t worry I’m fine. Did I please you?”

She stroked his face looking for some sign that he was still in pain and trying to hide it, but he looked fine. “Yes of course you pleased me very much, better than the young men I have had in the past. You were wonderful.” She put her arms round his neck and kissed him, their tongues darting in each other’s mouths. “I think your cum is leaking out of me.” she said and reached back for a box of tissues, they took them wiping themselves. She left some tissues between her legs and pulled on her panties over them.

“That was fabulous, you are a good lover Alec,” she said giving him a squeeze.

“Well I could say the same about you, you have a perfect body. I could kiss every inch, every nook and cranny enjoying every bit of it.” He said squeezing her, not believing his luck. She really seemed to be enjoying it.

They lay on the bed; Chloe had her arms round him. He looked at the clock, “I must go and let you get some sleep, you have work to go to tomorrow, thank you for making an old man very happy.”

She put her fingers on his lips. “Say no more about your age, I have enjoyed your company since we first met and you have just given me fantastic sex, I don’t feel age comes into it.” She leant over and kissed him. “How is your chest?”

“It’s fine now really,” he said as he started to get up to dress ready to go.

Stood in just her panties, she held onto him kissing him.

His hands cupping her buttocks, “They are beautiful,” he said grinning, giving them a last squeeze.

After he left, Chloe lay in bed satisfied, and very surprised how everything had been tonight, she felt so relaxed with Alec and he had proved to be a really good lover. In fact, thinking about the boyfriend she’s had in the past. None had satisfied her like that, and been so considerate. Some had just fucked her and left straight after getting their rocks off. But she was worried about the pain Alec got in his chest.

When she came home after work the next night there was an enormous bunch of flowers on her doorstep. She took them in and read the attached note. “Thank you for making me the happiest of men, I think I love you.” She thought that was really sweet of Alec and she sat and email him.


Hi Alec,

Thank you for the flowers, they are lovely, and I think I feel the same.

Love Chloe XXX

Sent from my iPhone

She didn’t get an answer right away as she expected, she wondered what was wrong.

At 11.00 PM one arrived.

Dear Chloe,

I don’t know whether I should say this but, I have very strong feelings for you, I didn’t know whether that might frighten you off.

If it doesn’t would you like to come around to my flat one evening and I will cook for you and try to make you happy like last night, and I will run you to work the next day?

Much love Alec XXX

11.10 PM

Dear Alec,

I would love to come over and be pampered by you, as long as you promise not to mention your age ever again, when would you like me to come.

Love Chloe XXX

Sent from my iPhone

11.20 PM

Dearest Chloe,

I thought straight after the meal.:-))))

Pack some clean things I could collect you tomorrow? 6.00 PM?

Much love Alec XXX

11 23 pm.

Dear Alec,

I’ll be waiting!

Love Chloe XXX

Sent from my iPhone

When Chloe went to work the next day, she looked even happier than the previous days, everyone was asking what was putting a smile on her face. She had realised that she did have feelings for Alec even with the age difference. She admitted to everyone that she was seeing an older man, they were all pleased for her, but silence fell when she told them just how old he was. During the day she overheard one of the men telling a joke about the old man and the young woman and how they made love to the chimes of the church each Sunday, and how it was a shame that the fire engine went past and the old man died. Chloe felt hurt, and thought of Alec’s chest.

The next day, when she got to his flat, Chloe found Alec had already made a space for her things. She had enough room and more to hang her things up in a wardrobe and drawers to put things in. There was a place for everything and it looked like Alec done it all neat and tidy. She thought he was wonderful and he was a super lover that was the best of it.

She had a shower and they made love, this time he didn’t get chest pains, “See I’m alright.” He said smiling broadly, happy that he had done it without an angina attack. Afterwards they had dinner. Nothing fancy, but better than she would have done for herself, she thought.

“How would you like to come shopping with me on Saturday and we could buy a couple of things, in case you stay over again, then they would already be here, or I am going too fast for you?” He asked.

She thought he looked worried when he asked that, but to her it sounded a wonderful idea, and as she looked at him, she thought he was looking younger. “I think that sounds a lovely idea, I would only need some underwear and a couple of tops.” She said leaning forwards and kissing him, “Thank you for a lovely and satisfying evening.”

The next night Alec got all dressed up and went to the masons. He got ribbed by everybody there for looking so happy; he took pleasure in telling them why. Some men said ‘Aha! old man, young women, short life!’ And they all laughed.

“Yes, but what a way to go,” he said shutting them up.

Saturday, he collected Chloe at 9.30am and they drove into Norwich. It didn’t seem to take long in his Lexus and it was very comfortable, she thought. He took her to all the big shops Jarrolds, Next, M&S, John Lewis, and Monsoon. And they left each store with bags full. Her head was spinning he had spent nearly £1000 on her. Shoes, handbag, clothes and fancy underwear, he even bought her some stockings, something she had never worn before. The shop assistants kept referring to him as her granddad and her as his granddaughter. They both just smiled.

He took her for a light meal at the top of the castle mall. During the day Alec had to sit down a couple of times holding his chest. She was most concerned and wanted him to stop and go home, she offered to drive home.

He kept her to that and let her drive them; she had never driven such a big expensive car before, though it was lovely and easy to drive.

Back at his flat she had a wonderful time unwrapping putting all her new clothes away, she was so happy.

He sat watching her, taking pleasure in her pleasure, he suggested that they take an early shower, and she try on the stockings and suspenders. When she walked into the lounge in them and high heels, he had already pulled the net curtains across the large balcony windows for privacy. He sat on the settee as she walked around in them giving him a viewing. He loved this young woman looking so sexy just for him. He stood and kissed forcefully exciting her more than she had expected. He asked her to bend over in the big chair, holding onto the arms. He kissed her lovely cheeks and more, and fingered her until she had cried out in ecstasy three times. He collapsed back onto the settee, his pride still showing. When he had recovered, she knelt between his legs and made him cry out moments later, but he starting to hold his chest again.

She knelt up holding him, “Are you going to be alright with your chest Alec?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine as long as I keep taking the pills, now, how would you like to go out for a meal?”

They dressed and took a slow walk through the park as the sun set ending up in a nice restaurant for a meal. As they were going back up to his flat, he felt pleased he had spent the extra money on this particular flat with a lift so he didn’t have to take the stairs. Chloe stopped that night, they went to sleep like spoons with his face buried into her hair. She stopped Sunday night too and they talked and talked about all sorts of things but always coming back to their differences, he was worried that she would miss discos and the exciting life that younger people want. She said she was fine with things and she could always go out with her girlfriends from work, when he went out to the masons. She was worried about how the other masons would react if he took her to one of their do’s, now he had brought all these lovely clothes to go in.

At tea-time he brought her a drink, a sandwich and a small box all on a tray, and laid it in her lap.

She looked up at him, “What’s this?” She asked, opening the little box.

There was a key in it. “It’s the key to my heart,” he said, “Would you consider marrying me?”

She felt the wind go out of her, and leaned back in the chair looking up at him, then at the key, it was the key to the flat of course. She could see his handsome face and the look of worry on it.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

He still looked worried, “You do realise you might just end up a carer for some of your life?”

“I can’t see that being a problem Alec.”

He bent down taking her face in his hands kissed her, his face all smiles, “When would you like to do it, it had better be sooner than later love?” He said.

“Oh, don’t say that! How about the last day of the month?”

“Great! I love you very much, you know that don’t you.”

She felt really choked he was such a sweet man, and she did feel loved. But how long was she going to be married for?

They talked and talked about who to invite, and what her parents will say? He had told her he had no one, no relatives and no children so he was going to make a will so she could inherit when anything happens to him.

She put her arms round him, “Don’t say things like that!” she said holding him tightly.

“Well you do have to think of these things, we can’t escape the 43 years’ difference between us it’s a fact of life. But when I go you will still be a lovely young woman, with your whole life in front of you, and you are making my final years very happy.”

She hugged him tighter, “Don’t talk like that!”

Over the following week she emptied her flat and moved in with him. She gave the keys back to the landlord, instantly making her better off by the rent she did not have to pay out. Things were getting better and better for her, she loved being at his place. When she got back from work each day he had cleaned up after her and he had done any washing, ironing all her things and putting them away neatly, even her thongs.

The big stumbling block was her parents. They did not take the news about the wedding, well. They initially told her they would not go; her father could not accept the fact that his daughter was sleeping with a man older than himself. All her friends said that they would come to the wedding. All his Masonic friends said they would attend, but Alec was sure some would come partly because their reception was to be held in the Masonic hall.

Alec was trying to get Chloe to agree to go on a cruise to the Greek islands for their honeymoon for a few weeks. But they couldn’t agree, so agreed to put it off and talk about it later.

Every night they made love and he made her very happy doing what she liked best, he showed her a few new things which she didn’t know, but enjoyed greatly.

Her parents eventually came around and agreed to attend. They came down for the wedding, partly because Alec paid for a hotel for them for three nights so that they could all meet up and talk before the wedding, and they could go home the day after it. Her mother was happy for Chloe, crying for her on the day. Her father wasn’t so happy, but everything went off well and everyone had a good time.

After things had settled down Chloe found she really loved Alec and liked being Mrs. Dent. Their sex life increased and got even more exciting as he taught her new things, until the inevitable happened one night.

Everyone was shocked that it had happened so soon after the wedding. The funeral was a month to the day after the wedding; and everyone who had been at the wedding attended the funeral at the crematorium. All of them were genuinely saddened by the events and there were many genuine tears throughout the ceremony. The coffin was lowered, the curtains came around and everyone started to file out of the chapel after the service.

As they left, nearly everybody said the same thing, shaking their heads. “Who would have thought someone so young would have had a weakness in her heart like that!”


Don Graham

Sept. 2019

The next story to be released in a short time is ‘Gypsy Girl of Seville’ on Amazon. A FREE E-BOOK released under the name of TOM FOY.

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Busy, busy, busy!

Hi All.

I have been very busy since my last post, my wife and I went to a funeral, our friends are getting less by the month.

I spent time with a doctor getting advice about a character of mine in hospital in the USA, I received a lot of interesting information, my thanks to her. This particular story is presently being entered into the computer from my manuscript. How the lady does it I don’t know, because I can’t even read my own writing.

Then I spent time getting information about BMW cars and their accessories for ‘EMILY’ a story that I have been spending 8 hours a day editing. I am presently working on my 3rd edit. This is the story that with any luck may be released around Christmas or New Year time.

As if that wasn’t enough, I have found time to write a few passages in ‘Conception.’ The first in the David Turner series that will be published in 2020.

I feel worn out just writing all this, so I think I will go and have a lay down.

I will get back to you soon.

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As you know, I presently have my first story away at the proofreaders. Yesterday I contacted ‘More Visual Ltd’ of Leicester, I spoke to a nice young man called Richie.

OH! How that ages me, at my age everyone is young now in comparison.

Anyway, listen. Richie arranged for them to give me a quote for the book covers that I need, and they might be able to create an authors website for me too. As you might imagine, I spent all afternoon and evening finding images I need and writing descriptions of what I want on the book cover and website. I managed to get it all done before falling asleep next to a half empty glass of medicinal wine.


It’s in the next stage. Paying out lots of good hard-earned money, quite a bit. Like backing a horse, I am betting it all on my writing. Will people like what I have written? Will the different novels be entertaining?

My first book is set in 1850, and is about infatuation, love and betrayal. My second book is a sex mystery story.

I KNOW, I can hear you saying “What is a sex mystery?” Well you can find out when I publish it, before Christmas.

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I’m sorry!

I have neglected you for a long time and I am sorry for that.

My absence was not intentional, but things have developed and I am now writing full time.

I have written three novels and two novellas so far this year, plus diaries and outlines for other stories.

I have been busy editing the first of my books to be published, it is presently at the proofreaders. I am busy working on a front cover for it and for the next book that will follow shortly afterwards.

The first of the book will be FREE, it is called ‘CARMEN’ and will be published as an e-book around the end of September. I will post more details as they become available.

In the meantime, here is a free 10 minute story, nothing like CARMEN.

I hope you enjoy it.


P.S. I have changed my photo to something more realistic, but don’t let it put you off.


A 10 minute story

The 17 year old boy lay in the hospital bed, his injuries extensive. Broken jaw, face so badly bruised both eyes were swollen shut, two broken ribs, ear damaged, broken arm, and bruises all over his little body.

“Do you have a name for him, for our administration records officer?” Asked the doctor.

“He had a couple of cards on him when we found him, if they are his, his name is Peter Blox. Do you have any idea when we might be able to interview him about how he came to be in this condition?” The police officer asked.

“With the injuries he has, it maybe weeks; I am planning to keep him unconscious for at least three days.”

—  #  —

Pete Blox thought he could hear noises, someone calling his name. “Peter, don’t try to move or speak, just squeeze my hand if you can hear me?”

Pete squeezed his hand and tried to open his eyes but they felt full and he could only see a glimmer of light.

“Good, Peter, you are in hospital and we need to do a number of tests to assess your condition, squeeze my hand if you understand?”

Pete squeezed his hand again.

People poked, moved and stuck things in him. Each time needing a squeeze of the hand as they proceeded, then they left him in peace. He relaxed, laying still and trying to recall the last thing that he remembered. He was sure it was Alex his drug supplier hitting him, his big fists raining down on him and a boot in the side of his head, then nothing.

—  #  —

Pete felt a hand in his, it was a small soft hand. He tried to open his eyes again and he could see a little more, there was a blurred someone smiling at him, he instinctively tried to smile back and his face hurt, he winced and it hurt more.

“Don’t try to move anything, please!” She said.

He could hear her pleading with him, she had a nice voice soft, a caring voice; he squeezed her hand.

The nurse told him she had come to explain about his injuries and that he was being fed intravenously, and what he must do to get better, she was going to be there to help him. Her voice was like hearing angels sing, he thought. He blinked to try and see her better, and it was a little better, he could just see her face and she was beautiful, and the best bit of all she was going to be there every day, that was just what he needed.

When she had finished explaining everything, she bathed his eyes and washed his face. She was so tender doing this, then he tried and opened them a little more and he could see her in more detail. She was perfect with a round face, lovely eyes and the most wonderful smiling lips, her brown hair was in a bun under her hat. He thought she couldn’t be much older than him, she was everything he could want in a woman warm gentle caring and looks to die for. She said her name is Emma.

Pete had fallen in love, and apart from her coming the next day and removing his catheter and showing him how to use a bottle. Everything was fine with him when she was there; his eyes were getting better, he tried hard not to show pain when she was helping him to move. When she wasn’t there, she was there in his head he couldn’t stop thinking about her, every waking hour he could see her face. Smiling at him.

—  #  —

The police came to interview him about what had happened but luckily, because his jaw was wired, he could only really write with difficulty, a short statement about how he was set on by a gang of drug crazed men who stole his money; he didn’t think they believed him because he still had his credit cards in his wallet, and the police thought it was good of the drug crazed men to put the wallet back in his back pocket. But as he still had a puffy bruised face when he was interviewed, he didn’t think the police could see him blush.

—  #  —

One afternoon Pete heard “Hi Pete.”

His eyes sprung open; it was his friend Tony. His favourite nurse came straight over and explained to Tony about asking questions and getting the answer by hand squeezing.

Tony’s eyes followed the nurse as she walked away, her buttocks moving under her uniform and said, “I’d like to squeeze her.”

Pete felt angry, it was his Emma he was talking about. Tony only stopped for half an hour and then left as it was a one-sided conversation and he was getting fed up.

After Tony left, Pete lay back and thought how bad things had got because of his mistake of believing there was such a thing as easy money. He had been recruited by big Alex to sell his drugs. Alex introduced Pete to all the people he supplied and told Pete he was not to tell or admit to anyone that he did drugs or that Alex supplied them, or else.

All went well for over 6 months, then he was set on by three blokes in balaclavas and they stole what drugs and the little cash he had. He phoned Alex right away, and when Alex came around, he didn’t believe him. He accused him of lying and went berserk and the next thing he remembered was waking up in hospital.

—  #  —

Over the days, things became easier for Pete as he tried a weird kind of speech through his wired jaw. He spoke to his beloved Emma who encouraged him in his endeavour; he told her he regretted some of the things he had done in the past. But he still had the sick feeling that big Alex was out there waiting for him and he would never escape the cycle of crime he was in. She was nice and urged him to put the past behind him and make a new start. He loved to look at her beautiful green eyes and those soft lips, oh what he wouldn’t do to kiss them just once. He wanted to tell her that he was dreaming about her, but he was too shy.

—  #  —

After five weeks and many x-rays the doctors told him they were hopeful of being able to discharge him from hospital in a few weeks, if his jaw mended OK and they hoped to remove the cast on his arm soon. Eventually he was taken to physiotherapy without wires or plaster with strict instructions to do exactly as he was told.

—  #  —

Next day Tony came to see Pete and told him that Alex had been found dead in the town and the police thought it was London drug gang related.

Tony left saying, “I’ll see you in the pub when you get out OK?”

As Pete drank in the news his heart started to jump for joy realising that he was free. Free to make that fresh start and chase that dream of a better life, no pub for him.

He grinned then smiled as he saw Emma coming towards him, smiling.

“What’s made you so happy?” she asked.


Don Graham 28-8-19

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Suez the Mediterranean and Home.

Suez next

After leaving Aqaba, our ship made its way to the Suez Canal. I have been through here many times but never seen it entering from this direction; this is what it looks like at just after 5am.

Suez at 5am.

It took 12 hours to pass all the way through, we entered the Mediterranean Sea at 5pm, then we turned right and the next morning we were in the port of Ashdod, Israel. Here we went into town, nothing touristy about it. It appears to be a working town and an access port for tours to other places and things that we have done before. We only looked in the shops, got a coffee and supplies and headed back to the ship.

Next our ship called at Malta, a place Florie and I never tire of visiting. It was Sunday and Valletta was crowded to overflowing in the bright morning sun.

There was a parade of the Scouts and Guides. I was a lovely event seeing the pride they all have in the organisation and seeing the young tiny ones walking behind the senior members.

Parade in Valletta.

This is the garden at the top of the lift (elevator) from the port to the town.

Garden at top of lift in Valletta.

It was Florie and my wedding anniversary today so we decided to have lunch out, and very nice it was too.

Our next port of call was Gibraltar, ships usually only stop for a few short hours and today was no exception, so we just stretched our legs walking up the main street and back because our ship left port at 1pm.


The Cocktail Party.

As our ship sailed away from Gibraltar into the Atlantic we started to get ready for our final cocktail party of the cruise. Most ships have a ‘Farewell Party’ and ours was at 5pm in the upper deck front lounge, Champagne and Canopies. We collected our drinks on the way in and selected our seats, away from the noisy popular crowds already laughing and joking in groups of 6 or 8 near the door. There’s always one who is the life and soul of the group and expects everyone to laugh at their jokes, just like the Captain will do when he arrive in a while. Florie and I have chosen a seat near the back with a good view of the whole room, and with a clear view of the waiters as they come to refill your glasses.

Regrettably, no matter how much I scowl at people, they still joined us as the place filled up to overflowing; Florie immediately started a jovial conversation, smiling and looking interested. The first to join us were a couple from Kent, a retired couple who did nothing but attend medical services of one kind or another, all the time, that was their retirement!

The other couple were from the Netherlands. She was a good English speaker, who was still fully in love with her husband. He was fighting a deteriorating body, but seemed to be winning for now.

There was another woman who was dressed all in white, an unfortunate colour, given her size. She attached herself to the end of our group unbidden. She was eventually enticed away to another table by a bunch of noisy women of similar build and she settled right in there adding to the amount of noise from that table.

“Good!” I thought as the waiter came round with the fresh canopies and the sweet fizzy clear liquid that loosens tongues. The canopies were warm and tasty and the fizzy was nice and cold, he was a nice waiter filling my glass three times in all. Have you noticed how it goes straight into the blood stream? It was making me loose my scowl, and I started talking. A big mistake! In silence I can give off the air of intelligence, but regrettably, when I speak that illusion fades like smoke in a gale. But tonight at least I didn’t get one of those looks from Florie that indicates that I have said something unforgivable, which speaks volumes for the years of effort she has put into my social education.

There was very little price to pay for our food and drink. The Captain only stood for 60 seconds saying “Thanks for travelling with us and please come back again.” And everybody clapped like mad.

Our group of 6 carried on talking well after most of the people in the room had gone to dinner to stock up on food until the late buffet before bedtime. We stayed and swapped stories of woe and then bragged about our last fantastic trip, until desperate hunger overtook us all and we rushed out heading for our favourite sty.

In our case, it’s the anytime dining experience, where delicious delicacies await our choice. While we chopped through our platefuls of grub. The chap on the next table was regaling his table companions who hadn’t been to the do, with an account of the same cocktail party we had just been to. I was astounded, it didn’t sound like the same do at all! Apparently all the great and the good were there. All the senior officers were there calling him by his first name. We only saw three and apart from the Captain and they were pretty low down in the pecking order. And one of those was a complete plonker, how he got the job I don’t know? Florie and I had to get up and go as the tales from the man were getting ever more fantastic.

In the theatre the show was one of those singers who doubles as cruise director. He has an inflated opinion of his abilities and very little stage presence; he clumps about the stage like a country yokel just off the farm. He was doing Frank Sinatra’s numbers trying to look relaxed. Yeah, like a hare trapped in the headlights!

His girlfriend was doing an excellent job in some numbers, tap dancing.

Anyway folks, that was our evening, me tanked up on free food and drink and Florie trying to add an air of decorum to the events. When we got back to our cabin we had a note to say that the clocks go forward at 2am. Hurrah! That means that I may sleep past 4am with any luck.

Our final port of call was Lisbon, a beautiful city laid out on hills. The main part of the city is served by trams old and new and they have a good train service to nearby towns that are equally picturesque, Florie likes to visit here as she usually buys shoes and handbags. This time it was only shoes; but I weakened and got nice pair dark blue moccasin type shoes that are soooo comfortable.


Then it was up the Channel and back to our home port in the UK.

Disembarkation Day.

5.30am location:- Our cabin.

Woke up at 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep. There were story lines tumbling about my head, two and three at a time, I’m just glad they weren’t on audio.

The first grey light of dawn was showing, revealing a dark grey cloud against the sky. The ships engines are giving off low rhythmical rumbles, so we can’t be going fast. I can feel this through the bed, I can hear my wife’s quiet breathing, as if in tune with the ship.

More thoughts tumble into my head, ‘no not now! I have no light pen or paper, now go away,’ I thought.

I pull the covers back and do slow isometric exercises silently. My mind moves to the ships hold, ‘did I lock that orange case? Well I can’t do anything about it now.’ I concentrate harder on the exercises, 20 minutes and I’m sweating, I lay still until the ships air conditioning has cooled me down.

4am Florie get up and goes to the bathroom, quietly, like a gazelle running through the undergrowth. She creeps back in bed and is asleep in moments. 4.40am I’m still laying awake I hear, “are you awake?” she whispered next to me.

So here I am, dawn has broken. I have got us both coffees from the anytime bistro on the next floor up. Florie is sat up in bed sipping the coffee and reading a book. I am sat near the window writing to you of the trip we have had as the sun comes up.

The 5th January the trip started, we were excited about leaving the winter weather and brexit behind, it will be all over when we return. We went anticlockwise round the world, you know, across the Atlantic, the Azores, the Caribbean, through the Panama Canal, a quick stop in Acapulco then across the Pacific, where all internet stops! Around here it feels like an oven, all the outside decks are covered in near naked people trying to look like they have been working outside for a few months. Their skin shiny with sweat or sun cream; as they lay doing nothing all day in the suns baking heat.

I spend my time writing in the air conditioning. I’m dashing the words down as fast as they tumble into my head, my open writing book looks like and army of spiders have crawled across a tray of black ink then walked drunkenly across my page.

Our ship reaches New Zealand then Australia; here we have to re-schedule our itinerary to avoid a large tropical depression that is covering a major part of the east coast of the continent. We miss most of the storm, but on our second day in Yorkey’s Knob it catches up with us and everyone who goes ashore gets drenched big time.

The ship continue to the Japan’s then across to China, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Viet Nam, Malaysia, India, Arabia, then through the Suez Canal, across the Mediterranean and up along the Portuguese and Spanish coasts passing France on our right hand side then back to the UK.

We are presently travelling the last 30 miles as I write this and we will soon have to vacate our cabin so they can get the room ready for the next passengers. We will go and wait in our allotted waiting areas until we can get off, but first we are off the get our breakfast upstairs.

I hope you have enjoyed the diaries and I hope you will join me when I post things on future trips. In the mean time I have just finished writing my third novel, so now I must spend many months editing them. If you are curious about the novels I will post details of when they are due to be published and no, they are not about travelling although we all travel this life of ours don’t we.

Keep safe and treasure every moment of your life.


Don Graham

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Salalah, Oman and Aqaba, Jordan.

Tuesday 16th April 2019

Our ship docked in Salalah, a place we have visited before. It has the Dhofar Mountain Range behind it, the sea in front of it and white buildings as the middle of the sandwich. Today it is hot 34°C of blistering dry heat; I can feel my edges drying up within minutes of going out on decks. Unusually we decided to stay on board today whilst 1200 of the 1400 people got off.

With the ship to ourselves, we got our bits and pieces together. We took them up to a sheltered area on the sun deck that had a lovely breeze. We could not believe how lovely it was in the shade. I got on with writing my story which flowed like a knocked over jug of milk. Florie read a book finding it wonderful in the slight breeze.

We couldn’t believe our luck at lunch time, we had steak and kidney pie. Our favourite, and came complete with a large cold beer for me.

Afterwards we continued our rest in the shade until people started returning to the ship at about 1.30pm. It began to get noisy and the breeze we had was now was being spoilt with the arrival of the smokers. So, it was back to the cabin for a rest before the rigours of the afternoon and evening entertainment.

Plum tuckered out NIB

Aqaba, Jordan.

Monday 22nd April 2019

I’m sitting out here on deck 12 under a veranda in the shade, it’s about 26C with a slight breeze. As I look up from this diary, there are mountains round the ship. The ship is berthed at the end of the Gulf of Aqaba; and for me this is a most wonderful sight in the bright morning sunlight. It is picking out the different coloured sediments that formed the mountains and I can see the lines of erosion that run down from each peak.

This picture from our ship across the dock.

Aqaba across the dock.

The town lies at sea level in a small plateau nestled in a flat area of the surrounding mountains. Aqaba is famous to us older Brit’s for its portrayal in ‘Lawrence of Arabia.’ In the film, he and the Arab tribes attacked the town from the dessert side and conquered it. There was picture of him on a camel at the edge of the sea where we are now.

Florie and I went into the town today not knowing what to expect. We were pleasantly surprised to get off the ship and into town very quickly on the free shuttle bus. It was 9.35am when we got off the coach and the town had a lovely relaxed feel to it. Apart from the aggressive taxi drivers looking for fares, they had compunction about standing right in your face and asking you if you would like to taxi ride out to Waddie Rum cheep. This was also featured in the film

Having left behind the tenacious taxi touts, we had a leisurely and very pleasant walk round the town. As we walked, I was reminded of Kirkenbosch in Cape Town, a lovely memory of a beautiful place. Also because we had a most spectacular view of the Gulf of Aqaba and that reminded us of our visit to the Canadian, ‘Bay of Islands’ in Cornerbrook. Another place bathed in brilliant sunshine just like today.

After walking for a while, we stumbled across a Tax Free Shop where we thought to buy some beer and chocolate, ‘man cannot live on beer alone!’ At the checkout, there was also an official in uniform who didn’t want to accept our copy passports the ship had instructed us to take ashore. We stood for a long, long time while this official spoke on the phone. I was fed up waiting that long for just a few items, so I went up took my papers and told them to stick their goods. All of a sudden everything was fine, they accepted our ID and took our money, putting us in front of some locals who were buying thousands of cigarettes for just a few dollars.

We continued along the road adjacent to the shore, and came upon the remains of Ayla the original port town that was built in 605 AD. The stone remains were there excavated with the help an American university grant.

Notice about Original Town.

We walked round the site at leisure for about twenty minutes then just as we left, four coaches of tourists turned up and filled the site with people and noise. We hastily walked away and crossed the road to some local shops where Florie perused the Arab jewellery, none of which would go with any of her outfits, so we left away empty handed.

It was getting towards lunchtime by now, we were lucky when we came across The Royal Yacht Club menu in a fancy notice board on the road. It was a long walk on the boardwalk to the club, but worth it. We sat looking out at the Gulf in a shaded area with a slight breeze. I could see the mountains rising up at each side, I was in heaven. Florie was using the free Wi-Fi to catch up on her emails.

The view from our lunch table.

Royal Yacht Club and the mountains.

Then it was time for lunch; our waiter brought hot freshly made bread and cold white wine and water while we chose our meals. I chose shrimps and when they came they were the size of baguettes. Florie had chicken escallops, which she assured me were delicious. My shrimps were scrumptious; washed down with a second glass of wine. I was sat with the woman I love, eating a delicious meal with stunning vistas, what more could I ask of life?

Afterwards we slowly walked back to our coach pickup point, where luckily, there was one waiting. The whole area was quiet now; all the taxi drivers had gone.

Back aboard the ship, I filled the fridge with beer and chocolate ready for later.

Then went up to have a coffee in the buffet area before coming out here and sitting in the sun looking at these beautiful mountains each time I look up from my writing pad. Isn’t life wonderful sometimes?

Nib aba.

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A trip in Mumbai.

Friday 12th April 2019

Its 2pm and I am sat in my air conditioned cabin drinking a cold beer and thinking that I haven’t done a diary for a few days so I’m sorry you missed out on a couple of ports.

I’ll start from yesterday, Thursday, a day at sea, my day like most on this cruise ship was spent in our cabin writing, but Florie, my wife, met up early with two Indian ladies who are wives of officers on the ship and they spent most of the day doing exercises or walking around the top deck, or talking. Florie grabbed me out of the cabin for lunch where I met the two ladies; they are about 40 years of age, judging by what they said about children and getting married. Anyway one is a lovely lady with a bob cut and a bubbly personality that borders on a volcano erupting, her personality hides her intellect, she teaches 15 and 16 year olds maths and science, that takes some doing! She is a really happy lady with a ready smile and giggles a lot. She and Florie really hit it off when they met a few days ago. The other lady was from a different part of India and did not speak the same language, so she appears to be quieter.  This lady is taller than the first and has a mass of long black hair, she is slower to smile, I think partly because she cannot speak English. She does not understand the quick conversation that happens when there are four of us at the lunch table. She has dark brown eyes that smoulder and a warm smile that pulls your heart right out of your chest. She was the quietest of the four of us. Considering she did not get much in the way of translation that wasn’t surprising. She was quiet but picked up on odd things and then she would smile a wide bright smile. In the evening we met again at dinner and things got a little easier for the four of us. Though I was the odd one out and got the worst of it. Both the ladies asked about my writing, which isn’t exciting at all. The lady with the long hair turned out to be a poet in her own language. I felt she would like to have talked more about that but our lack of communication and time prevented it.

I wake up at 5am because the clocks keep being put back an hour or the last two half an hour, so we wake up earlier. When I looked out of the cabin window our ship was slowly approaching the port of Mumbai. I could see about a dozen disused oil rigs in the early morning light. A while later our ship was worried by two tugs that pushed us into our berth. Opposite our window we could see about 60 odd oil rig support vessels all laid at anchor, they stayed there all day, either this is a resource, or their oil industry expansion has collapsed.

Outside the temperature was climbing towards 36°C. After a light breakfast we donned the lightest clothes we owned and silly looking hats that covered our necks as well and we went and looked for a taxi to take us from the port to The Gateway of India a beautiful edifice that draws thousands of tourists from all over India as well as Europe indeed worldwide tourists alike.

The Gateway of India.

A Taxi ride in India is unlike anywhere else in the world, it is both exciting and horrific at the same time. The little old man who approached us as we passed through the port gates looked over 80, thin as a rake, “Taxi” he offered, $5 US to the Gateway of India, the old battered black and yellow cab was clean with the usual open window air conditioning. When he started the cab it sounded like someone shaking a box of old nuts and bolts and the gears crunched until he finally forced them into submission.

“Where are you from?” He asked, turning to us in the back seat, as he turned the cab right into a line of traffic all blaring their horns at him. My heart-bypass being tested to the limits. “England.” We shouted back as he blew his horn at the motorist who had just dared to push in front of him.

“Too many cars, not enough roads,” he said forcing the delicate black and yellow cab into a higher gear, where it obviously didn’t want to go. Florie and I are in the back saying The Lord’s Prayer in unison, as a moment or two later he veers out into a main road full of four lanes of traffic on a two lane road. The six or seven cars and buses behind; all have their horns blaring, from the little horns of the taxis to the deeper blaring of the lorries and trucks all using this main road next to the port. We are now taking in toxic traffic fumes from the air conditioning.

“Too many cars, you should have come out later,” the old man says, looking back at us again, and slamming the little cab into gear and moving off into a space I would not have taken on a push bike. “About 2pm the roads have the right amount of traffic,” he said, eventually turning round to look at where he is going. I ask Florie to look to see if he has an extra eye on that side of his head. By the way the old man drives I assume he has led a full and happy life and has nothing left to live for.

Fifteen minutes later in an unexpected surprise we arrive, hearts pounding, at The Gateway of India, with my hands still shaking I give the old man the $5 and $1 to put into the collection box next time he goes to pray to whichever God is protecting him. I stagger to a recently vacated seat to recover and take deep breaths.

I realise Florie and I have chosen the most popular sight in India after the Taj Mahal. Coaches from two ships are discharging 50 people a time one after the other in quick succession in a line of coaches, the London rush hour doesn’t come near to this congestion. As we sit there enjoying the diesel fumes from the coaches moving at a snail’s pace past us, trying to encourage the two coaches at the front; still discharging their loads. The horns of the coaches sounding like a herd of elephants along with the taxis horns squeaking like a herd of gazelles.

“Come on Florie let’s get out of here!” I utter and because I’m big and ugly I push my way through half the population of India to get close enough to The Gateway of India to take a picture of it and after pushing some people out of the way I get a shot of the Taj Mahal Hotel next to it

Taj Mahal Hotel.

The next bit was more difficult as we tried walking past the shops around there. As we approached, the owners appeared asleep in their chairs outside. Woke up one by one and invited us into their emporium, some in quite an aggressive manner. We ran out of shops to look in and changed direction and ending up on the Collabra Causeway; a main road with a large market down one side. About a mile long this market starts about 10am and is quite something to walk in. Rivalled only by the Arab Souks, it is noisy with the traffic honking on the road and the stall holders all vying for your business. You have to walk up a narrow passageway, that, back home, would be wide enough for one, but here, two and three people walk up and down. As we walked the smells were amazing, we passed shops selling handbags, some selling spices, we also past an open sewer, somewhere we passed a leather shop, a perfume shop, some of the stalls sold material and these gave off a delicate smell I can’t describe. This was all mixed with the constant smell of diesel and petrol fumes. By far the greatest numbers of customers were Indians, yes there were westerners from the two ships in the port, but we only saw a few people there.

We did find a great restaurant/cafe/bar, in an old colonial building with high ceilings and fans going at full belt, it is called The Leopold Cafe and they served us ice cold beer and mango drink and two delicious blueberry cheesecakes which were light as a feather to eat and tasted gorgeous. I just wish we hadn’t eaten a cooked breakfast as the main course dishes looked really good on other people’s tables, the place was very busy, it opened in 1871 and with the look of things it should be good for many years to come.

Leopold Cafe/Restaurant/Bar.

After going up and down the market we were tired in the heat and as if by magic when I happened to say to Florie “do you want to go back now?” a little wizened old man appeared from nowhere and cried “Taxi!” He asked, “To the port?” To me he looked suspiciously like the older brother of the chap that brought us. No sooner had I shut my door then he blew on the horn and pulled out into the busy main road. “Where are you from?” he asked us as he took a 90° left turn missing two people and a motor bike by inches.

“England,” we answered together holding each other’s hands for comfort, I am sure they only ask that so they know what country to return the bodies to.

He wove his way in and out of the traffic as if he hadn’t got long to live, so it didn’t matter. Every single car on the road I saw had scrapes and bangs all around them, I wonder if they do this in the showroom, when they deliver the car so that they can fit four cars across the two lane roads! At one point I thought the old man was going to get out of the car and push someone off the road, as he shouted out of the air conditioning at someone who wasn’t moving fast enough. At this point there was a motorbike trying to get in my door, the man looked down at me with a scowl as if it was my fault we were in his way. I gave him a weak smile and pointed to the driver and raised my shoulders, then there was a slight movement in the traffic then he shot in front much to the consternation of our driver who leaned on the horn.

By this time I had worked out how The Highway Code works in Mumbai, ‘He who is in front is king.’

I noticed a large white car appear in the right hand window overtaking us, then our little old driver turned in front of him, Florie and I were deafened by the horn that the angry driver kept honking under the bonnet of his shiny new car, our driver I suspect, is deaf to all of this, due to all the honking he has endured, I think he would make a good chariot driver and could have given Ben Hur a run for his money.

We are in the right had lane ready to turn right at the junction to the port, the shiny white car still honking behind us, the lights changed against us and I braced myself for stopping, but NO! Our little old man, white beard flapping in the wind, accelerated as four lanes of traffic started to cross the junction towards our little taxi, all honking their horns in unison. I closed my eyes picturing the Mumbai fire and rescue men standing round our battered little taxi, three dead bodies inside, each of the rescuers holding an old can opener that had a spike that you punched through the metalwork and opened it up in a rocking action peeling back what’s left of the roof and trying to sort out where one body ended and another one starts.

Then I was thrown forward and hit my head on the back of the front seat, “we’re here” Florie said, “Heavens be praised” we were at the dock gates. I got out of the tiny yellow and black vehicle, my legs hardly able to support me after my ordeal. When I realised there is a little girl maybe eight or nine years old holding her baby sister in her arms pushing the child at my crutch, I am trapped between her and my cab behind me, the cab races away taking a layer of clothing and skin from my buttocks with him. I nearly fell backwards without the cab there, “stop messing about” Florie shouts, “get those landing cards out, we need them to get into the port!” These landing cards are actually an A4 sheet of paper with our personal details on and are not to be creased!

Meanwhile, this little girl is still trying to put the baby in my pocket with one hand and holding her other hand out for money; her big sorrowful eyes have tears in them. A guard at the gate says something in Hindi to the little girl and child and she scurries away. “I need the form to get in now!” Florie bellows at me. The security guard is scowling at me, I’m, trying to unzip my backpack. Florie moves off and the scowling guard is now towering over me with his hand out for my and Flories papers. The day is not going well in all this heat. I feel like a pig about to be slaughtered in this tiny pillbox.

“I think he needs this,” Florie says to the guard, he gives her a beaming smile and takes the papers, and then turns to me with a scowl and points for me to go. I can tell you I was never so relieved to be in the cool of the air conditioned ship and after a bite to eat and a shower picked up my pen to tell you all about it.


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