Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Feeling Nervous.

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.

6 comments:

Victoria said...

Good luck, JJ.

JJ Beazley said...

Thank you, Victoria. Who would feed the birds and talk to the trees?

Anthropomorphica said...

I really hope all goes well, you seem rooted there and who would the owl fix it's gaze on?
Bon chance dear Mr B.!

JJ Beazley said...

Merci, Mel. Mercy, Mr Agent.

Anthropomorphica said...

:) very good!!

JJ Beazley said...

Ta, chuck.