Trellisimo Takes Up The Tale

Cad resolved the problem ceiling. He did not call her cold, unfeeling. No! She knew that he had won when he strapped a blindfold on. Then Ada, totally unsighted found that what he did delighted, and, because all now seemed dark, he revelled in their being stark. And so they passed the night away in variations of horseplay.

After such a busy night (much to Caddoc's awed delight) Ada fried him two fresh eggs, although her motive surely begs the question why she used the pan to feed her oddly puzzled man,who often had to guard his head from frying pans, it must be said!

To be continued... 

& thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for today's breakfast! 

Shower Over,The Tale Continues...

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Cad’s lashes lifted, very gently, Ada stooping, evidently thought her husband might be dead, until his hand crept round her head pulled her lips towards his own, and Ada let a little moan escape her water spangled mouth, as Caddoc’s hands moved further south.
“Beloved, surely it is time for me to show you, love of mine, just how tenderly I’d woo you? Let us find a spot where we two may indulge our mutual passion. Love need not be on the ration !”
We’ll leave this drippy star-crossed pair to find their way up winding stair, perhaps to sip a glass of wine and reminisce about a time when nightly they affirmed their love and Ada cooed, Cad’s turtle dove... But hush – what’s this? Now she is screaming
”Caddoc, look at how this ceiling’s cracked and stained. It needs redoing – never mind your silly wooing -  and look how badly hung the door is, leaving gaps because the floor is more like rolling hills and dales! This house must be the worst in Wales when it come to decoration!”
“You fill me dear, with trepidation... But Ada, you’re not concentrating on our long neglected mating!”
So while these two are thus disporting, all peeping Toms must stop reporting...

Normal service will no doubt be resumed as soon as possible, after we drink a toast to Willow for her Magpie Prompt,  and remember, it's Day #15 over at Writer's Island.

A Right Shower!

We pick up the grim story of the Trellis household where we left it last week . . . encouraged by another pictorial prompt from Willow. Cleanliness, they say, is next to Godliness. Do the Trellises agree?

Trellissimo: So Caddoc, paint and brush in hand and feeling very far from grand, crossed the yard to paint the shed, muttering inside his head...
"My tender portrait was in vain. Beloved strafed me yet again and packed me off to paint, alone. . . I swear she has a heart of stone."
And Caddoc, though he loved her madly, resigned himself to painting, (badly) the potting shed. But wait! Indoors, Ada gets up from scrubbing floors. Fronts the portrait, smiles, then thinks
"Perhaps I've been too much a minx. He's honest, sober, kind and true. So many things he does not do, like gamble... flirt... or smoke a pipe. Perhaps, perhaps the moment's ripe? I think I'll go and take a shower...sweet perfumes may enhance my power! "
Now what's this? Ada is singing! This time surely she'll be flinging caution to the winds of chance. What is life without romance? Meanwhile, Caddoc coming in, perhaps to fetch another tin of paint, or maybe some paint-thinner, doesn't dream he's on a winner.
"Ada! Ada! Where's... ?"
Where's Ada? Surely he can't have mislaid her? She's in their en suite, damp and steamy, and in his eyes a look that's dreamy now appears, as through the glass he spies Beloved's buxom -
"Pass my bathrobe, Caddoc dearest - I must admit to you, the queerest feelings have beset me- I feel like saying 'Come and get me?' What can have caused this great reversal? Is it an undress rehearsal for some acts of wedded bliss? Do you suppose something's amiss?!
"No, Beloved, it is normal! Life need not be dull and formal. Loving can be lots of good fun, when you find the certain someone who can make your heart beat faster! It is far from a disaster that at last you'll drop defences, and instead let's mend the fences which have long kept us apart. Come here to Caddoc, my dear heart!"
"You naughty man! Forget the bathrobe! Take me! Kiss me! Lick my earlobe!"
Ada, shedding shower water stands before him. Now he oughta seize his object of desire, bear her off to quench their fire. Instead...  he faints as there appears landscapes he's not seen in years.
"Now this passes all belief! Where's my bathrobe? Where's my briefs? Husband Caddoc, you've been warned! Hell hath no fury like Ada scorned."

Beauty Is In The MagpEYE Of The Beholder

The Mona Lisa portrait was Tess Kincaid's Magpie#59 prompt this week. My friend Caddoc Trellis decided he would not be upstaged by a mere Leonardo . . .

Trell:     Here's Caddoc home from Abergele. Now I wonder what the hell he's hauling to the Trellis door? Whatever, folks, I guess there's more in this than ever meets the eye. I'll crouch behind the hedge and spy. Already shrill-tongued Ada's speaking. Perhaps a better word is "shrieking"

   "Cad! What's that parcel you're undoing? I think this means there's trouble brewing."
   "See, my love! I've bought this easel..."
   "Why! You gormless little weasel! And what's all this? It looks like toothpaste!"
   "This oil paint's nothing but a foretaste of my latest Arty Project.  Will you sit and be my subject? I'd paint you like Da Vinci's lady. I promise you, it won't be shady."
   "What? Sit for you? A silly plan, you crass, deluded little man! You'd have me smile like Mona Lisa? Why don't you paint that tower in Pisa?"

And Ada stomped of in a huff, she honestly had heard enough.

   "He'll find my smile is bullet-proof against his lusts. He'll hit the roof when once again I thwart his schemes, yielding only in his dreams. I'll show him I'm a Moaning Lisa. I keep my urges in the freezer - and Caddoc's share of married bliss ? A very brief, fresh-frozen kiss, his send-off to the garden shed, though he was hoping for my bed."

Poor Caddoc painted, and his mind supplied the face, for love was blind to all but she who filled his dreams, and so, unlikely as it seems, soon the picture was complete. 

   "Ada, Ada ! Come, my sweet. See if this will win your favour, the product of devoted labour!"

Now Ada had calmed down somewhat. The picture that she saw was not the dreadful daub she had expected. Her Caddoc's talent, unsuspected, had stripped away her years and bitching and for a moment she was itching to swoon into his waiting arms and thank him for revealing charms she had so long kept under wraps. She got no further than . .

  "Perhaps . . "

when, sensing this one word showed weakness, refuelled her Caddoc's care-worn meekness . .

  "Put all such thoughts out of your head!  Be off with you and paint the shed!"