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A very Happy New Year to you all! I know I’m late with the snip but in my defence, I didn’t think we had them over the holidays. And we spent yesterday on a nearly empty beach in Norfolk with seals and terns and very few people. When you stopped crunching throug the sand, the only sounds were bird calls, the deep booming barks of the seals and the roll and shirr of the waves. It was all ways of perfect… and then the sun came out!
Maybe you need to have lived in England to understand that joy. We both struggle with the grey, dank dark at this time of year and we’ll do our best to be out when there’s sun to soak up a bit of cheer and energy. So the last day of 2016 was a perfect one for us. Never mind that 2017 starts with the deepest of deep grey murks… we’re still buzzed from yesterday.
So even though I wasn’t prepared for anything and I’m late to the party, here’s a double-length snip of Jack & Gareth. And hot chocolate. Along with my very best wishes for a wonderful, peaceful, successful 2017 for us all!
From Swings and Roundabouts
Jack sat at the kitchen table clad in nothing but briefs and thick woolen socks, and watched as Gareth made cinnamon toast and poured decadently rich hot chocolate into two large mugs. It took him right back to the first night they’d spent together in Jack’s home. He hadn’t known, then, whether Gareth would stay the night, hadn’t known that Gareth was even interested. He’d been angry and cut up about Ricky’s death, and he’d been wearing rather more in the way of clothing. But the scents of cinnamon, sugar and chocolatey decadence were the same, and they brought the same sense of peace in their wake.
“We haven’t done this in ages,” he said.
“Imagine the disgusted looks we’d get if the boys found us in the kitchen at one in the morning,” Gareth chuckled.
“And the snarky comments.” Gareth looked better than he had when he’d come home. The tight lines around his eyes had eased and a tiny smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he moved around the kitchen. “Do you miss it sometimes?” he asked as Gareth set the brimming mugs on the table and went back to the stove for the plate of cinnamon toast. “Having the house to yourself, I mean?”