Jeremy had almost made it up the steep hill. He was getting tired, but was excited and looking forward to his last stop.
He really did enjoy his job of delivering bread, to those who couldn’t leave their homes. They were always so happy to see him and thankful for his gift of bread. Delivering the bread took double the time that it should, but that’s because he always got invited inside, and how could he refuse. The majority of his customers were widows, they were lonely and his visits would brighten their week.
There was sweet, little Mary, whose silver hair had a shine to it. She always was smiling, and every time he came she had fresh chocolate cake for him, with peanut butter icing. It was one of the best cakes that Jeremy ever had tasted.
Miss. Catherine was Mary’s neighbor and she had 5 cats. A very caring lady, who had a heart for animals. Jeremy had to be quick when he opened her door to to deliver her bread. It took him forever one time to find Coal one night, after it had escaped. Coal was her black cat, and Jeremy would have never found him if it wouldn’t have been for his emerald green eyes that glowed in the dark.
Jeremy shook his head as he thought of his other customers, the Bisby twin sisters. They were as chatty as could be, but they often made him laugh. They finished each other’s sentences all the time, almost like they could read each other’s minds. The sisters always insisted that Jeremy come in and have tea with them. Jeremy wasn’t really a tea drinker, but he couldn’t tell them. Why they thought everyone loved their special recipe. Often times Jeremy wondered if it was really “tea” that he was drinking.
Honeynut bread was for Mr.Graham, he was the one man that lived on Jeremy’s route and Jeremy would often play a game of Scrabble with him when he would deliver his bread. Mr. Graham may be old, but he was still very sharp when it came to word games. He also enjoyed playing Battleship with Jeremy, and usually he won.
Tonight Jeremy had a surprise for Mr.Graham. He had baked him a special cake, for his birthday was tomorrow!
Mr.Graham’s house was at the very top of the hill, and Jeremy saw it now, he had made it!
He knocked on his door and he heard Mr.Graham’s voice.
“Come on in Jeremy!”
Jeremy walked in with a smile holding the birthday cake in his hands.
“Happy Birthday!”
Mr.Graham’s face lit up.
“You remembered my birthday!”
“Yes, and I made your favorite icing, salted caramel.”
“Oh my! How nice of you! Thank you! Now come sit down and enjoy a piece with me. Then we can play Scrabble. It may be my birthday tomorrow and I may be over the hill, but that doesn’t mean I will let you beat me.” he said to Jeremy.
Jeremy laughed, ” I am sure you won’t!” he said as he took a seat at the table.
He didn’t get paid any cash for delivering bread, but no price could be put on the rewards of friendship!
It sounds to me like Mr. Graham was at the top of the hill, not quite over the hill.
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Haha Mr. Technicality!
Yes, he lived at the top of the hill, BUT… now that tomorrow is here, he is officially OVER the hill! 🙂
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I think Mr Graham might surprise you.
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Surprises up his sleeve?
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He might have a stomach ache from insulging in too much of his Birthday cake with the yummy salted caramel icing!
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You’re implying that he has little self-control around sweets. He will enjoy a nice piece of cake and a cup of coffee and send the rest down the hill to all those women.
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Coffee does go well with cake, and I wasn’t implying….just thinking….LOL!
How nice of him to share his cake. So does that mean that he will stop at each house and eat a piece of cake with each lady, for they probably don’t want to eat alone? 🙂
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I don’t get the idea that he is quite that sociable. Besides, when you visit single women, they always find a way to mention the leaky sink, and squeaky door hinge, and the light bulb in the entry way that needs changing, and that loose shutter…..
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Well men are good at fixing things….and she would want him to catch the mouse she saw in the bathroom too!
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You, my friend, have managed to make me smile just a wee bit … not an easy task tonight. You have a heart of pure gold, I do believe. But … as Jeremy was entering Mr. Graham’s house, did I hear a distant “moooooo” in the background?
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Yes, Jeremy might want to be careful on his way home.
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Haha! He will be just fine!
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I think that Betsy would mainly be out for the milkman anyway.
There’s a story for you.
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LOL! Yes, it could be a story if I was to write about Betsy again but I thought ahe disappeared into outer space? 🙂
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Your fans apparently want to see her again.
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Sorry, can’t hear you. 🙂
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Uh-oh … {dramatic music playing in the background}
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Oh Jill….I was going to say how very kind your words were , though you exaggerate by saying my heart is “pure gold!” ☺
I was thinking kind thoughts of you and then………..LOL! Oh I aee Betsy slid into another tale!
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My friend, despite my “parting shot”, I did mean every word of what I said. Given the people I write about every day … you are solid, you are kind, you care about others, and for that, I say that you have a heart of gold. Heh heh … still, that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about Betsy, for you are also fun to tease. Love you! ❤
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Awh! Girl, you are going to make me blush, but thank you dear! Love you, still that doesn’t mean that I am going to bring Betsy back in another story, no matter how hard you guys try! LOL! 😄
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Bet you will … 🐄
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This made me smile. For some reason it feels very Yorkshire…
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Glad to bring a amile! I really didn’t think I would have a post yesterday, but then this picture caught my eye. 🙂
Interesting that you mentioned Yorkshire, now I am curious to find the picture again and see if it says anything about location.
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I think you’ll find it’s Shaftesbury in Dorset and was the centre of the Hovis bread ads years ago.
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Thanks Di! 🙂
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you’re welcome.
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Let’s see, delivering bread to lonely widows, and it takes him twice the time it should normally take. Speaking as a retired mailman, I think I know what Jeremy was up to. I believe we had a few of those types working in our post office.
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Oh gosh! He wasn’t up to anything, he was just a nice guy!
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I’m sure he was a nice guy. Nine out of ten widows would probably agree.
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Haha! Oooh you are hopeless!
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I was thinking the same thing. And long does it take Jeremy to complete his route with all the time he spends at each stop? I would be the exact opposite; trying to beat my delivery time from the previous day… 🙂
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Just slinging loaves of bread through open windows as you rode by?
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Oh gosh! The poor ladies!
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I hadn’t thought of that- great idea!
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I don’t think the lady who gets hit by a loaf of bread while walking past the window will think its too great of an idea!
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she’ll learn not to walk past the window when it’s bread delivery time…
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….smacking my head!…
I see how certain people have totally missed the point of the story! LOL!
Can’t make friends real well by throwing bread at them!
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I’m not trying to make friends if I’m out delivering bread. It’s a workout for me.
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…mmm…!!
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LOL!
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Those poor widows. If you delivered their bread, they would feel so frustrated.
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Oh, well. I got to meet my time goals… 🙂
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Well there must have some motivation for him to push that load up the hill and then finally he got to relax with Mr Graham and a nice cognac.
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Nooo, don’t agree with Tippy! He is just a nice guy and he had a bottle of strawberry wine to sbare with Mr. Graham.
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I think that Mr. Graham is throwing the wine back to you.
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I will take it, his loss, but I guess since it is his birthday he can have the cognac. At least he has good cake to eat with it!
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Yeah, by that time he must have been completely exhausted. Even though he probably had very little load left.
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Lovely story………. thought for one horrible minute he was going to infect everyone, but then I thought, no, this is a happy story.
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Thanks and yes Covid-19 does not exist in my stories! 🙂
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good!!
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With all the cake & tea that he consumes, it’s a good thing there is a hill on his route!
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LOL! True!
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