I was surprised. I had expected a certain chaos, but was ushered into a pristine and elegant room. There were, indeed, piles of cardboard boxes in the rooms off, but they were neatly and purposefully stacked. It recalled to my mind our move to this house. I stayed in L’toft to supervise operations back there and then followed on. I found a virtually empty house. The Sage had had everything stacked in the garages so that he couldn’t possibly have put anything in the wrong room. I did mention that some things, like saucepans and clothes – and, indeed wardrobes – are a bit obvious, but it was too late by then. Some things are still out there, 22 years later. Yes, I do miss them. No, I can’t fetch them. There’s stuff stacked in front of the doors.
Dave showed us round his house, which is remarkably well bathroomed and beautifully painted. The garden is splendid – well, it isn’t, it is rather bare with a thoroughly plantained lawn, but it has potential to be lovely, with the advantage of little that *must* be kept, so Dave will be able to use his talents for garden design.
Drew was already there when I arrived, but Murph wasn’t able to come, being in need of a rest after the excitement of travelling the M62. I used to travel along it too, when Ro was at university. It was usually foggy on the eastern side. Well, I suppose it’s the east, it’s the side on my right on my way north. I did, however, see the towel-lined plastic box in which Lily travels, sitting on Drew’s knees.
After our tour of the house, and having inspected all those bathrooms, Dave’s bedroom (also fully furnished and tidy) and the cupboard under the stairs (amazingly roomy), we sat down and took tea. It turns out that Drew, too, is interested in wall-building. I think it should be a bloggers’ wall and everyone who has a part in its building can sign their name. However, both Dave and I agree that we’re rather pushed for time this autumn. May is a good month for building a wall, don’t you think?