NEW TASMANIAN FRIEND IN THE HOT TUB AND JAPANESE NIGHTMARES AND NUDITY - LOL

FIRST SCARLETINA'S NEWS

I am once again preparing another video about Scarletina and her life in Nightingale Wood. I know she wants to talk about how the fairies would like us to behave in their woodland, that should be very interesting, I will let you know when it is ready for viewing.
Happy to report that I sold some more books this week, and I am busy preparing for my first book signing at the Owls Nest Books, 815A 49 Avenue SW, Calgary from 11.00am to 1.30pm. 
I will be posting another blog to let you know how we get on at the book signing, please come along if you are local and introduce yourselves. I know Scarletina is bringing along some Magical Fairy Dust to sprinkle into the books, and she doesn't do that very often, so don't miss out!

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NEW TASMANIAN FRIEND IN THE HOT TUB AND JAPANESE NIGHTMARES AND NUDITY :-)

I had decided I needed to get some exercise! I have always been a very active person and was finding my new way of life quite sedentary. The novelty of waking up when I wanted to, deciding what I wanted to do each day had not worn off, indeed never would, but my body began to want something more energetic.

I have never been a fan of the gym, I like to enjoy my workouts, and pulling weights, trudging on the treadmill and the like has just never appealed to me. Sadly I am not a good swimmer, but I had done aquafit (aquasize) when in the UK, so when I noticed that the local pool ran classes I knew that is where I had to go.

The pool was only about fifteen minutes walk from the house, which was enough time to warm up my muscles before literally taking the plunge. The class was a mixture of young old and middling ladies, and before long we were on first name terms and enjoying our exercise. 

Afterwards we were told we could relax in the hot tubs if we so wished, well I certainly did!  I gave a contented sigh as I slipped into the bubbling warm waters and was soon joined but another one of the ladies from the aquafit.

“G’day my names Betty” said a newcomer whose smile lit up her face. I introduced myself and we were soon chatting away as though we had known each other for years. I found out that Betty was married with children, and her husband Barry had been in the forces in the Vietnam war.

The time sped past and we probably would have stayed longer but noticed that both our skins had taken on a reptilian quality so decided it might be best to get out. Before we did Betty invited me to her house for dinner that night. This was to be the first of many occasions when I experienced the open hospitality and friendship of the Tasmanian folk. Being British I was somewhat taken aback by this sudden invitation,but had so enjoyed my time with Betty that to say no didn't occur to me. “Great, I'll pick you up at six,” promised Betty.

Later that afternoon I was in my room checking and sending emails when there was a knock on my door. “Come in.” The door remained firmly shut. “Come in,” I repeated, but the door still remained unopened! Taking a deep breath I loudly called out “Come on in.” 

I sat staring at the door with a mixture of exasperation and curiosity before finally getting up to see who or what was responsible for the continued knocking. To my surprise standing before me was one of the Japanese students. “I need to talk please.” I could see that this young girl was quite agitated so immediately welcomed her into my room.

She hesitantly explained to me that she had a boyfriend who she liked a lot, but that he had another girlfriend in New Zealand! I stood looking at this young girl, obviously upset and seeking advice from an older person and wondered what I could say to her.

I had become good friends with all of the Japanese girls who shared the house, we had gone salsa dancing, enjoyed exploring Hobart and surrounding areas, I had also spent time most evenings answering their questions about the English language, but had never faced this kind of issue before. 

I had to be very careful how I spoke to her, as her grasp of the English language was still quite tenuous. So I decided to shoot straight from the hip!

“Boyfriend with one girlfriend is good, but boyfriend with two girlfriends is very bad, even if one here and one in other country.” 

Two huge sad brown eyes stared back at me, “Yes I know this true, thank you,” and with a little bow she left my room.

I didn't have long to ponder on her predicament as I had to shower and get ready to be picked up at six by Betty. I had bought some flowers and a bottle of wine on the way home from the swimming pool to take with me, so with these safely stowed in a sturdy bag I went out to the front gate just before six and heard a car’s horn tooting and there was Betty beckoning me to get in her car.

I had a wonderful time at her house, was plied with lots of gorgeous food and wine and welcomed with such warmth by her husband Barry who was quite a joker and her daughter Kate,who had allowed her three year old daughter Clara to wait up to meet me! I shared a night of laughter and conversations that made me miss my family, but I knew that I was making lifelong friends that night, and I have been proved right.

I slept really well that night but was awoken around 6am by the house telephone ringing, I had an extension phone on my bedside table, and out of habit I answered it. To my utter surprise it was a friend calling from the UK who had dreamt I was lost in the outback. I quickly reassured her that all was well; we ended up having a good laugh about her dream when suddenly my bedroom door opened.

I have to confess that I never sleep with anything on, I have tried, especially on those cold damp English nights but always quickly ended up flinging them off. I ask you to imagine this scene; here am I, stark naked perched on the edge of my bed, talking on the phone, and at my door is the same Japanese girl who had come to me about her errant boyfriend.

She was crying and saying “Please I have bad dream, I have bad dream.” Her distress was obvious so I told my friend I would call her back as I was nude and there was a Japanese girl wanting to talk to me!

I jumped back into bed hastily covering myself up to my chin with the bedcovers then without thinking I pulled back the coverlet and motioned her to get in, which she did. Honestly, this would make a great scene in a comedy film J

She explained that in her dream she had gone into a room to meet her boyfriend and behind the door was his other girlfriend from New Zealand with a knife and had tried to stab her. I looked at this young girl, so upset and asked for help from my guides and angels to say the right words to her.

“When we go to sleep our hearts tell us the truth,” I said, patting my heart as I said the word and shaping my fingers like eyes closing. “Our heart and soul tells us what is true." 
I then opened up my fingers and said, "but when we are awake our brain tells us what we want to hear, which isn't always what is honest and truthful. Your heart is telling you that this man isn't good if he has another girlfriend, and you know that don’t you?”

A solemn nod of her head was the answer.“You deserve a more honourable man than this don’t you?” Again she gave a solemn nod of agreement.

With that I gave her a quick hug, told her to go back to bed and I would see her at breakfast. I quickly phoned my friend back and said, “If anyone had told me when I separated from my ex that one day I would be sitting in a bed, stark naked and comforting a young Japanese girl, I would have laughed in their faces, but it just happened, which goes to prove that we never know what life has in store for us, do we?”

And as my dearest mum would have responded, thank God we don't dear!

Blessings
Bess