Easter.

Well, that’s Easter done and dusted.  Nothing frightfully special, although we did have a very nice Raclette at a neighbour’s house, and some interesting conversation.  Male dominated, as ever, which is why women tend to talk to women.

Robin Dominic has decimated The Camillia, and about time too.  It was knocking on fifteen feet high, but it hasn’t been done for nearly twenty years.  It is still glorious despite being at least sixty years old.

Robin Dominic has also acquired four really good Teak Garden Chairs.  They are a bit discoloured but a bit of loving kindness will sort that.  And he wonders why Marie’s room is full of junk?  Actually, not junk, just some  very nice stuff that I was given and will come in handy one day.

I inherited Marie when I bought the two houses.  She was about eighty at the time, lived in one room with a wood burning cooker, and moved to an Old People’s complex when she was about ninety.  I cried when her family told me that she was moving out.  She was so much a part of this place.  Once upon a time she used to ride into Melrand on the back of a horse to do her shopping.  So forever it will be Marie’s Room.  Any other name is unthinkable.

I am having Charlotte put down next week.  But I will tell you about that after I have recovered.

2 Responses to “Easter.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Sorry about Charlotte. You have been a faithful friend to Marie and now to Charlotte. I think it’s called love.

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    I have never had time to think about this before. It has always been an immediate thing in the past, so I’m not sure I like it all that much.

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