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:
Good luck, JJ.
Thank you, Victoria. Who would feed the birds and talk to the trees?
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.!
Merci, Mel. Mercy, Mr Agent.
:) very good!!
Ta, chuck.
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