The cottage is very quiet.
The only sound is the clock ticking behind me.
The smell of beeswax furniture polish lingers in the air, I polished the piano. Mr.Crouch, our piano tuner, came with his box of tricks , put on his apron, slurped one mouthful of milky tea and set about making my boudoir grand even grander.
The cat is caught between two cushions, comfortably slumped on the armchair.
The door is locked and the rain is still drip, drip, dripping.
THE COCK near Barcombe is the friendliest pub. I asked for all me salad bits plus. The plus was delicious wilted broccoli, if you can wilt a tree, perfectly cooked asparagus and creamy pale avocados. I put my headphones in my ears – always tricky because I have tiny ears and the headphones keep falling … Read more