I’m planning to ring the landlord’s agent tomorrow, to see whether I can get an answer to the question of whether I’m going to be able to stay here.
It would break my heart to leave this place. I feel so right here, so at home. And if I had to leave, I would never wander Mill Lane at night again until I died and could do so as a ghost. I would never visit the churchyard on bright summer days to have my lunch and greet the lady Isabella. And I would never see Sarah again.
Wish me luck.