Once upon a time I was a teenager
I thought I was supposed to go to university so I did and I boarded with a funny old woman in Perth whose teacups stank of stale tea
My subjects were: Anthropology, Ancient Greek, English and something else – I’ve forgotten
Dad came up one weekend and bought two large pizzas and we sat on the university lawn and ate the lot
After 6 months I quit university because I was homesick for my family and the countryside
I got my first job – looking after an elderly woman who had recently broken her hip and needed help cooking for her farm workers
She was very scary because she was so stern
The farm worker who opened the front door on my first day was also scary and abrupt
Two floppy-eared tiny dogs yapped at me
The elderly woman showed me what to do and I did it very willingly (and inadequately), but, even though she frightened me, I adored her from day 1
The farm worker turned out to be her son which surprised me because he seemed like a bit of a yob
My dad and mum were glad to have me home again
I rode my bicycle to work – it was a 30 kms round trip, morning and afternoon
I fell in love with the elderly woman’s family
I fell in love with her son but it took him a decade to propose because of the 23-year age gap
My husband
jmgoyder 
Very nice love story Julie! 🙂 Time flies my dear!
You are so right about time!
Great Great Great!! You can do this a tiny bit at a time while you are coping with all the yuck! Maybe good for your soul – and your followers will appreciate it so much! Thanks for sharing the beginning of a great Love Story!
Thanks – I knew it was clumsy, point-form writing but just wanted to get the beginning out of my head and onto the page – I really appreciate your encouragement!
Q: What is a “Yob.”
Glad you’re sharing. 🙂
~ Lynda
Good question! A ‘yob’ (I think!) is the same as a ‘hick’ or a ‘hillbilly’ or something like that. I will have to look it up – it’s an Australianism!
LOL!
In the UK, a yob is a thug, a lout who hangs around on street corners, causing trouble and frightening people.
Oh – I think we have a slightly different version of yob here! Yobbo is another word used here.
Thanks for sharing this story. Very sweet!
It also has its sour points – hehe!
Of course, or it wouldn’t be real.
Beautiful! 🙂
Thx!
Poignant story. He gave you enough time to be sure about what you wanted.
Yes!
Enjoying the story so far 🙂
Thanks, looking forward to more.
Oh dear – I have given myself a bit of a challenge!
Wonderful beginning! Thanks so much for sharing!
What a wonderful start! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks for the encouragement!
More! More! I loved it. I read it to my mom & she wants to follow you too!
I’m sort of amazed people find it interesting – okay, more is coming!
Lovely story, even with the “sternness.”
Oh she was my heroine!
More details! Nothing lurid, of course. But what made you fall in love with the family and with the man, himself? I want more!
Okay – I think I’ll tell the story in a bit-by-bit way.
Fate. That’s all I can say.
I think you are right!
“The farm worker turned out to be her son which surprised me because he seemed like a bit of a yob” – LOL! 😀 You are a great storyteller, Julie
Thanks but it’s true. For the whole of that first day I thought he was this really presumptuous cowboy!
🙂 You have the ball rolling! But, you’ll have to give more details, like what you thought when you first saw him, or your first conversation with him, or how he reacted to you…Go for it!
Okay – haha!
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I’m hooked! There is nothing like a good romance! Keep ’em coming!
Why have I put myself under this pressure – hehe – just kidding! I love the story!
Oh, that very first moment you saw your husband. And what you thought of him then, quite funny! I can’t wait to read more…
I’m quite amazed that so many are interested!
I have just started your story today. I wanted to have time to read a bunch of them all in a row – even though it is still in progress 🙂