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Comment by vizma bruns on May 1, 2012 at 3:41am

Not unless he sends her champagne and diamonds in the mail.

Comment by Valentine Mark Herman on April 30, 2012 at 7:50pm

From yesterday's Sunday times:

"Stamp collector Steve Knight took his Royal Mail obsession to new heights after remodelling his garden shed into a 1950s post office. It has its own telephone line, which is connected to the national network through a vintage 1937 exchange. There are also original sign, scales, stamps and uniforms.

'I started collecting letter boxes and it just grew from ther: I now have 115 dotted around the garden, 'said Steve, who is from Essex. 'I am very lucky to have such an understanding wife'."

(I extend my sympathy to Mrs Knight who I don't think deserves to be labelled 'lucky'.)

Val

Comment by Valentine Mark Herman on April 29, 2012 at 7:58pm

Now listen here, Mr Stafford, you're supposed to be an Artist, so of course you have to use your imagination.

I've done my bit. You have a wonderful photo of me with my new extensions and ghoul lipstick. You have my very own story. And now, courtesy of Del Shannon's "Swiss Maid" (you can assume for these purposes that she was a Swiss Chalet maid) you have some lyrics.

So, 'Take it away, Goldie'.

Yo lo lo (and fade) [But Not Fade Away]

 

 

"One time a long time ago, On a mountain in Switzerland, Yo lo lo lo, There lived a fair young maiden, Lovely but lonely, Oh oh oh oh.
Day after day, She'd pine her heart away, Yo lo lo lady yay, But no love came her way.
Some day papa said, Some day we'll go, Down to the village in the valley, Then you'll meet a nice young man, Ask for your hand, Then you'll be happy
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Every day she grew unhappier, On a mountain in Switzerland, Yo lo lo lo, Every day a little bit lonelier, Which way to turn and which way to go
Day after day, She'd pine her heart away, Yo lo lo lady yay, But no love came her way.
Some say the maidens dream, Never came true, She never got to go to the valley, If she did or not, I really don't know, Oh oh oh oh. Did she die unhappy?
I'd rather think she found her love, Wouldn't she be better if she did find love? Somewhere, Some way.
Yo lo lo lady yay, Yo lo lo lady yay,
(Repeat Til Fade)

Comment by David Stafford on April 29, 2012 at 7:45pm

No pics of you in the Swiss Chalet Maid uniform? Do we really have to use our imaginations....again?

 

Comment by Valentine Mark Herman on April 29, 2012 at 7:36pm

Visuals David? They don't come easy. How about a sleeve cover? Val

Comment by David Stafford on April 29, 2012 at 5:06pm

Great story, Val....now, of course, we need the visuals....I see a postcard emerging from a thought balloon....

 

Comment by Valentine Mark Herman on April 29, 2012 at 5:28am

No, Vizma, they were not born yet. They arrived later, but there's other stories there. Val

Comment by vizma bruns on April 29, 2012 at 2:38am

...and then David and Zanny were born????!

 

Comment by Louise Kiner on April 28, 2012 at 10:40pm

Wow. What a tale...

Comment by Valentine Mark Herman on April 28, 2012 at 9:35pm

                        'My Short Sweet Chalet Maid Experience'

                                      A tale for David Stafford

                                             by Val Herman

 

When I was 19, and a student, I got a summer vacation job working in the kitchen of Butlins' Holiday Camp in Clacton, England. In those days (mid 1960's), Butlins offered very cheap, all-in holidays to the masses.

I worked for 2 days in the kitchens, and the lack of hygiene therein made me feel very ill indeed.. I asked for a transfer, and got allocated a job as a Chalet Maid --  which was supposed to be reserved for the fair sex, but they were desperate.

I had to clean 20 chalets each day. They were all occupied (in theory, at least) by young, single men. I would knock on the chalet doors at 08.30 -- when breakfast was served in a giant hall -- and tell them to get up so that I could clean their chalets. 19 out of 20 of them would tell me, in very unpolite terms, to get lost and let them (and whoever else was in their chalets) sleep (or whatever it was that they were doing in their chalets).

I would repeat my call and get the same sort of response at 08.45.

And again for a third and final time at 09.00 -- when people would threaten to murder me, or worse (?), if I didn't let them (and whoever else was in their chalets) sleep (or whatever it was that they were doing in their chalets).

So I let them sleep (or whatever), cleaned up just one out of my 20 chalets, and went to the pool where there were lots of very nice young girls who had come on holiday especially to meet nice young guys like me.

On Saturdays -- because the chalets had to be cleaned out when new people arrived [make beds, change towels, sweep floor, clean bathrooms, etc] -- I had to work, sort of, but for 6 days out of 7 I didn't really exert myself...until I ended up in one of the nice young girls' chalet, but as this is a family-oriented web site, I can't go into the details of that (even for you, David).

This lasted for 6 or so weeks, and then I got a job interviewing Members of Parliament  in London-- it was better paid, but had fewer attractions and no nice young girls in their chalets.

At the end of that summer I went back to my studies

The End

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