After hanging up the phone I thought to myself, hmm, that's the first time I've been happy to turn a potential guest away. Knowing that this week held no promise of monetary gain and I was still happy as a clam. I knew that it would be a week filled with riches of a totally different kind,excitement, dreams fulfilled,loads of fun and laughter.
Never had I enjoyed housework and yardwork as much as the past month, getting much joy from preparing the bed and breakfast I own for this special week devoted to THEM! Almost skipping through the house doing a last minute touch up dusting job and double checking that everything was perfect, for my much awaited houseguests. The phone rang again. Picking the phone up, I heard a pleasant man's voice, that had become so familiar. The british accented voice asked," Hello, Angelina"
"Hello Brian," I said excitedly, my pulse quickening.
" Yes, I'm making one last call to you to be certain that everything is ready for my boys, at your place and to let you know that Mal and Neil will accompany them to that obscure airport near you, if you need them, they'll be there for security purposes, should the need arise." I listened attentively and assured him that I doubted that Mal and Neil would have much action in this secluded town, since the tourist season was winding down.
" Well," Brain said hesitantly," If you're absolutely sure that security won't be needed this week, I'll let Mal and Neil go home after they get there; but if the need should arise, we have people available in the U.S. that you can call; I'll give you their numbers". I wrote out the numbers on the notepad at my telephone table and again tried to reassure Brian of the serene, quiet,beautiful, very private atmosphere of my home and the secluded nature of the little coastal town in which I lived.
Brian admitted to worrying too much about his prized lads and told me that he appreciated the brochures I had sent him, that showed pictures and descriptions of my B and B and the town.
" It was such a beautiful place when I visited you; I almost wish I could come along too, but I suppose the boys could use a rest away from over protective me, God only knows this tour has been rough on them, they need to relax; we are so grateful that you offered your home to them; now are you sure I can't pay you for their stay?"
"No!" I burst out, " Just having the pleasure of their company is all the pay I need: besides, this is my small way of thanking them for all that they have done for me by singing those great songs, no, no,absolutely not, I will not take a dime, for I feel I owe them so much."
" Well, if you're positive, I'll leave it at that and again, thank you and the lads thank you; they're already talkng about how good it's going to be to relax at your place after tonights concert."
" Oh, they are! " I said excitedly, " What did they say about the brochures I sent you? "
" They thought it looked like an oasis to the weary soul, especially George, after seeing the pictures of your flower gardens; he's a gardener at heart you know, it seems to have a healing affect on his soul, and he seems to suffer the most on these tours, I'm sorry but he may come to your place drained and a touch grumpy, they'll all be drained, I hope you'll not be offended; the rest and quiet will bring them around soon enough, and if George is touchy, invite him to walk with you out in your gardens,if he's not too tired and that will help him a lot, it'll be o.k.."
I felt excited at the thought that George Harrison, my favorite Beatle,was impressed with my flower garden, when he himself, had, so I had heard, a huge lovely garden of his own at his mansion Friar Park; I also felt deeply saddened by the thought that he was so disheartened, but knowing how the fans were in concert and everywhere else they tried to go for privacy, I couldn't blame him. I decided that I would try my best to keep all four of them away from frenzied fans and keep them happy as possible. Yes, George might present a challenge but so might the laughing, cheeky, little devil, John Lennon, you could tell by the lyrics he wrote that under that smart, wise-cracking facade was a man, not always the silly one we came to love, but also a man who knew about pain in the soul. I hung up the phone after reassuring Brian that I would meet the foursome at the secluded aiport 20 minutes away on the California side of the border. Giving him a brief description of what my car looked like and what I would be wearing.
