Hello Everybody, Happy New Year! Have you made any resolutions? Over on the table there has been much talk between various little houses about who needs to improve what and how to go about doing it. Mostly thinly veiled accusations and insults aimed at one another. I think it’s about to kick off. I’m going to put my head down and ignore it for now and share this little scene with you. And then, let us tread hopefully onward into 2022 armed with a cup of tea and a biscuit…
Living on the Edge 164; House Hunting…
“…Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! Ready or not, here I come!” bawled Gavin and began searching for his two friends. It did not take long. He found Tilda leaning over a hole nearby, shaking and tearful.
Gavin had earned a reputation as an aggressive hide and seeker who became cross if he believed the other players weren’t trying hard enough. So, when it was his turn to be seeker, Henrietta panicked, lost her footing and tumbled down into some sort of old mine shaft. She was oddly thankful. It was damp and musty but at least he couldn’t claim that she’d taken the easy option.
“She can’t hear me,” wailed Tilda, “I don’t think she’s ever coming back.” she looked woefully at Gavin who had stopped because the fun had stopped.
Below ground Henrietta could, in fact, hear but she was choosing not to listen. She closed her curtains lit a cigarette and enjoyed a moment’s solitude… xxx