Mum, said Drusilla, talk about bad timing for a house sale.
The weather couldn’t be worse!
I know, I replied, but though Bradford-on-Avon was partially
submerged at Christmas, we appeared to get away with it,
being further up the hill. And, anyway, prices seem to be rising
and there is a little flurry of activity.
The estate agent said we should have no trouble come the
Spring, as lots of people want to live in the Avon Valley. Some are
even converting a property in the centre of town into a Buddhist Temple
and two monks are going to live above the meditation room, with their
saffron robes etcetera. And talking of saffron, I saw a few crocuses
raising their little heads today and there were a couple of daffs too. So,
maybe the worst of winter is over. Or maybe not. Hmm..
Anyway, Dru, I continued on the phone, the agent says the house
You mean like the Santa Casa? she laughed.
Oh, Mum, don’t you remember we visited that monastery place in
Prague and they said that a building there was the house of the Virgin
Mary, where she received the Annunciation? Apparently it had transported
itself from Nazareth by miraculous propulsion.
Oh, yes- vaguely. No, it was a replica of one which had been moved,
stone by stone, from Nazareth to Dalmatia and then to Loreto, Italy.
Because the name of the family who transported it was Angeli, people
thought it had literally been moved by a heavenly pantechnicon!
That’s right. Hey, you could move the cottage to Suttonford and then
you’d have the house you want in the location you long for.
Good idea, Dru, but I don’t think it’s logistically possible. I’ll just wait
for the Easter peak in house sales and it should shift itself.
Sonia is enjoying having company and isn’t throwing me out-yet!
Dru made a few remarks about guests and fish going off after a few
days, but didn’t really mean it, I felt.
Good, she concluded. Look, I’ll try to see you on my free afternoon. Don’t
throw out my knitted Eeyore in your bid for minimalisation, will you?
No, of course no, darling. As if I would! See you soon. ‘bye.
I replaced the handset.
Yikes, I wonder if Sonia can still knit? I’m sure I
left a load of ancient soft toys out for collection by Barnardos and it would
have been included in the bag. I’d better buy some grey wool asap or I will be
under a permanent cloud, eating thistles for the rest of my life, no make that
I think I’ll need a little purple too and a pattern from the Internet. Drat!