My childhood paradise, Nabbs Cottage, has just appeared in cyberspace as being up for sale. The back has changed so much, I would not have recognised it. The grass slope and the big trees have gone. And the asking price! My granny would faint if she were alive to see it.
https://homes.trovit.co.uk/listing/brandlesholme-road-greenmount-bury-lancashire-bl8-4-bedroom-detached-house.h18h1d41aC1U
It is clearly still a family home, which is wonderful. And I hope another family will be very happy there.
The tiling is still in the Hall.
I don't know how long the link will last. But it gives me a strange feeling to see it. Now that I am in my Seventies, the past, the feelings of the past, sometimes come back very strongly. But they do call it a second childhood.
I have set my next thriller ( if I get it finished) in Nabbs Cottage.
Lilian and I had a chat on the phone yesterday - she wanted to let me know that she had got the Convention Programme I sent her. She still talks to the JWS quite regularly but does not feel equal to going to the meetings. I have asked her to pray about it.
And this morning Mark managed to lift his head above his paperwork and he and Captain B are trying to decide whether to have a day out together The problem is should it be seasonal butterflying, or early fungi-ing. Problem still unresolved as I type this.
I would usually be on the door to door work with Jean but my car is in hospital. So it will be a housework, studying and lots of resting day. I have a week of medical appointments coming up - gloom gloom. And I hope that Jean and me can get over to see Maggie tomorrow. It depends on the car situation, though possibly Captain B might take us.
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