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Overnight Tom Hartley became a grieving widower after years of happy marriage and rebuilt his life by making new friends and taking up new interests. He moved house and set up a gardening club which also helped elderly residents and arranged walks and other social activities. After a number of close friendships with lonely ladies, he fell in love with neighbour Helen who had been working with him on the gardening club. Concerned about Tom's over-friendly nature, Helen insisted on a one-year engagement and that they should continue to live in separate homes for Tom to prove that he could resist temptation. All went well until a glamorous widow moved in next door and began making advances.An unexpected event brought about a change in plans and Tom and Helen had to sell their homes and move to a rundown property requiring months of hard work and expense to restore. Despite their problems the couple have fun together and their love blossoms.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	30 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781398416468
Langue	English

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S enior P leasures
Tony Jenkins
Austin Macauley Publishers
2022-11-30
Senior Pleasures About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Chapter 1: Newlyweds Chapter 2: The Canal Walk Chapter 3: Horse Attack Chapter 4: The New Neighbour Chapter 5: Broads Experience Chapter 6: City of Light Chapter 7: Vietnam Chapter 8: Oxenhope and the Barn Chapter 9: Unwelcome Encounters Chapter 10: Orchids, Family and Friends Chapter 11: Sand Sea and Ice Cream Chapter 12: New Home and Honeymoon Chapter 13: Chestnut Grove Chapter 14: Motherhood Chapter 15: The Yorkshireman Baby Club Chapter 16: Good on Yuh, Mate Chapter 17: Stars of the Small Screen Chapter 18: Rare Metal Triumph
About the Author
Born in South Wales he began training as a mining surveyor before moving from working under the ground to above the ground by joining the R.A.F. to train as an aircrew navigator. After completing his service, he joined an international company and worked in sales, training and marketing before being appointed managing director of a subsidiary company. With a wide range of experience, he then became self-employed as a management consultant before retiring to build walls, play tennis and begin writing novels.
Dedication
After convincing me that I should stop building walls and begin writing books for the plots scribbled over the years, my wife Margaret continues to encourage me, is meticulous in her proof reading and I owe her my thanks.
I am also grateful to my large family for their help and support and also to companion tennis players for their comments and contributions.
Copyright Information ©
Tony Jenkins 2022
The right of Tony Jenkins to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781398411159 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781398411166 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781398416468 (ePub e-book)
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Acknowledgement
Even when characters and plots have been created and the manuscript is written, progress to the printed book still requires months of work, but continuous guidance by Austin Macauley Publisers’ staff made it possible. All communications were provided in a helpful and friendly manner which helped to create a team spirit.
Chapter 1 Newlyweds
Finally, the day of my best friend’s wedding arrived and Dickie was overjoyed that Trudy was to become the new Mrs Chambers. Both had previously been living in miserable marriages and now hoped that they could at last spend their remaining years living and loving together. My name is Tom Hartley and Dickie and I have been best friends for many years, which is why today I will be standing alongside him as his best man. My fiancée Helen Marshall will be with me as one of the witnesses. I have a grown-up family of two daughters, Karen who is married with a new baby boy, Abby who works in sales promotion and is single and my son Michael, who is also single and presently working in Australia. Shortly after retiring my wife died and it took me two long years to adapt to my new life as a senior single. First, totally decorating and then selling the large family home and moving to a smaller more manageable three-bedroom townhouse. Not long after settling in at the new home and while digging up my overgrown front lawn, I met my neighbour Helen. We gradually became friends and often worked together on local community projects before suddenly appreciating that we were in love. Helen was reluctant to accept that she had strong feelings for me, especially since she was aware of my close, but brief encounters with friendly and unattached ladies. As a result, she insisted that before she would marry me, I had to agree to a one-year engagement to prove to her that I was ready to settle down and resist the attractions of friendly ladies.
After leaving my car in a multi storey car park, we stood together at the entrance looking out on the rain lashed street as gusts of wind drove papers and debris along the pavements in front of us. The registry office was only a ten-minute walk away, but in the appalling weather we knew we would all be soaked by the time we reached it. We had raincoats and umbrellas, but with the high winds we would probably sail up into the sky like Mary Poppins if we dared to open them. Unfortunately, Trudy had forgotten to bring a hat and Dickie generously gave her his cap to protect her hair from being soaked. He wanted nothing to spoil her very special day. Trudy kissed him as she accepted his offer and fitted the oversize cap over her curls. We stepped out of the shelter of the car park and immediately the wind and rain buffeted us as we hurried along the pavement, desperately holding on to our hats, or hoods with one hand. To make progress we had to physically force a way though the wind blowing directly into our faces. A wet newspaper flew through the air and wrapped itself tightly around Dickie’s leg, but with one arm around Trudy, he ignored it and continued helping her along towards the steps to the registry office. Another gust of wind lifted Trudy’s skirt around her waist and as she put both hands down to cover herself, we saw Dickie’s hat go sailing up into the sky before vanishing over the roof tops. At last, we reached the protection of the registry office and were relieved to hurry inside to shelter before heading for the toilets to make ourselves presentable for the ceremony.
After taking off our wet outer clothes, we had to use toilet paper to dry our faces and Dickie also used it to dry his bald head. There was nothing we could do about our cold and wet trouser legs, but with hair combed, we managed to make ourselves as presentable as possible in the circumstances. I wrenched the wet newspaper from Dickie’s leg and was amused to read that on a wet and windy day, his leg had been gripped by a copy of the Daily Sun. At twelve noon, we were seated in the wedding office waiting for the lady registrar to perform the ceremony which would make Trudy and Dickie a married couple. After the short ceremony and as we were signing the marriage documents, I was surprised to hear my name called and realised that the registrar was speaking to me.
“Thank you so much Mr Hartley for standing in for me at the Black Dyke concert. I let down my friend Magda at the last moment and it was really good of you to take her and save her evening. My name is Monica.”
Seeing my surprised look, she smiled at me and explained a little more.
“Unfortunately, I suffer from arthritis and sometimes it gets so bad that I can barely walk. Magda told me you were kind enough to call at her home and take her to the concert, otherwise she would have had to cancel and forfeit the booking.”
I nodded my head as I remembered meeting Magda at tennis and hearing that she would have to miss a Black Dyke concert because her friend was ill and unable to join her. I also remembered taking her home and joining her for coffee as she told me about losing her workaholic husband and selling their joint business. With a very interested listening audience, I wanted to be sure that my response made it clear that it was an innocent and generous gesture on my part.
“Oh yes, now I remember that evening. Magda is a very good tennis player and we have known each other for many years. I was glad to help her and really enjoyed the evening. I have always been a big fan of the Black Dyke brass band.”
Glancing across at Dickie I could see him raise his eyebrows at me as one of my many evenings out with different ladies was revealed in front of Helen. I made sure that I continued smiling and deliberately did not look in Helen’s direction. She was already aware of my meetings with other ladies before our engagement, but I was determined to convince her that I was now strictly a one-woman man. Of course, I mean one woman permanently, not one woman at a time and I still had nine months remaining on my probation period before Helen would marry me. I was sure that she would appreciate that taking Magda to the concert was an act of pure chivalry on my part.
After the wedding at the registry office, we had originally intended to have lunch at an exclusive Leeds restaurant, but as we stood on the steps and looked out at the rain sweeping along our route back to the car park, Trudy insisted that she was not bothered about the meal, but just wanted to get out of her wet clothes. Helen suggested that we should all go back to her house so that we could shower and change while she prepared a meal. Everyone agreed, but I said we were already wet enough and called a taxi to make the two-minute ride back to the car park so that we avoided facing heavy rain yet again. The ladies had wet shoes and stockings, but were not suffering as we were from cold, wet trousers plastered against our legs. I was pleased that Helen had offered a sensible solution to save the day, in spite of the terrible weather and told her.
“A great idea Helen, but if I drop off you and Trudy first, then Dickie and I can go to my house to shower and change before we meet up. It should give you lad