Hello Everybody, how is life treating you? I’ve been a bit absent lately, sorry about that. I’d love to tell you that it’s because I have been holidaying in the Bahamas and show you marvellous pictures of a magical waterfall I found. However, the reality is, I have been juggling and struggling with matters beyond my control and the Little Houses have had to take a back seat what with one thing and another… This, of course, has not pleased them. Not one bit. They have written to their MP apparently… They shall have my guts for garters before long…
In an attempt to appease them, here is their latest drama. Let’s take a seat and pour the tea. I’ve put the custard creams on a plate over there, in the corner. That way we can get some of our daily steps in when we collect one…
Living on the Edge 206; High and Dry…
The evening stumbled in, a little later than normal and a little the worse for wear. She hung her cloak on the peg and readied herself for the nightshift. There was always so much to do and the number of insomniacs was reaching crisis point.
Shona and Ronan had joined the ranks of the sleepless masses when the river had dried up. They had spent the afternoon discussing whether said river, which had separated them from Noelle, was ever coming back. It had never disappeared like this before. Certainly, there had been times when the waters had been low. But this was unprecedented; there had never been no water and a bone-dry riverbed.
The thunderous tumbling sound of the waterfall was the thing they missed the most. The silence that had replaced it was very disconcerting and sleeping without it nigh on impossible.
Also, every word they uttered could now be overheard by Noelle. And, second only to fishing, gossiping about Noelle and her doings had been their favourite pastime… xxx
