The following week Harriet was cheerfully looking forward to recycling day. She had it all planned out, she would have a morning shower and make sure she was fresh and presentable, and then put the recycling box outside and spend a little time in the garden with Monty Dog just innocently playing until the recycling women turned up. Then she could say hello properly and see if she is as nice to know in person as she is to look at. Harriet really didn’t want another bad relationship and was hoping she was now wiser to the signs. Still, either way, it was good to dream, if only for a moment. Continue reading “Chapter Thirty-One”
“I just wanted to say how proud of you I am, for getting into college.”
“No one else in the family went to college.”
“I’m looking forward to it, I really want to get my A’ levels.”
“Will you be ok, living away from home? Oh I wish there was a college nearer by.”
“I know, Mum, but I’ll be fine, Rach and I will look out for each other. And we already have digs sorted.”
“Oh I know. But you’re teenagers now, and when Rachel gets herself a boyfriend…”
“Mum! We’ll be fine, Rach isn’t going to get a boyfriend.”
“Well, you say that now but…”
“Mum! Please! We’ll be fine, we’re going to study, not to, you know, with boys!”
“And what if you meet some young fella then?” Continue reading “Chapter Thirty”
“Oh! What’s this crate?” Harriet said as she let Monty Dog out for his morning wee before breakfast. “Monty! Look, it is a recycling box, for all your paper food bags!” Harriet brought the black recycling box inside and read the leaflet that came with it. “Paper, card, glass, cans, plastic bottles. No food, plastic cartons, and other landfill rubbish. Same as Adam and Amanda’s recycling box, but for Thursday. You don’t know Adam and Amanda, do you, Monty. You’d like them, they are nice people.” Monty cocked his head and looked at Harriet. There were a lot of new words to learn and he wasn’t sure which were going to be important, but there was a new thing coming into the den to sniff at. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Nine”
I sleep long day. Stay hiding while leg hurt.
Leg hurt walk slow in dark. Smell for food. No food so eat green and sticks.
Day time hide and sleep many day.
Can walk slow better now. Still leg hurt walk. I find dead. Smells bad but like food. I eat. Leg hurt walk. More sleep. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Eight”
The pandemic was already getting very trying, for everyone. Harriet was going to her workshop as often as she could, there was stuff to do, some of it for her Landlord’s garden railway, some for the health and safety of her workshop. But at home Amanda was struggling. Adam carried on as usual with his work, maybe he was more focused on his work then he needed to be. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Seven”
Harriet continued with her caretaking work every morning but with the spread of the Corona virus it was much more involved now and her main role had changed to sanitising all the major contact areas, doors, chairs, tables and other high traffic areas. But despite this there was concern at work about what might happen with the pandemic. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Six”
Harriet was gradually getting her workshop together. As and when he had time Robbie was picking up Harriet’s tools, timber, and equipment from Sarah’s Stor-It box and bringing it over. With it all came Harriet’s first big purchase, an old bandsaw she had bought on Ebay. The seller had agreed to deliver it if Harriet didn’t mind waiting a while. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Five”
Mr Chow arranged for the keys for the workshop to be couriered to Harriet with instructions to visit and take possession at her leisure. The courier arrived while Harriet was out and so it was left with Amanda. When Harriet returned, and Amanda gave her the small padded envelope, she felt a sense of excitement as she ripped it open and found a set of keys and a brief letter. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Four”
The garage was a cold workshop. No insulation and a little draughty but at least it was dry. Harriet switched on a small oil radiator under the front of her workbench and waited for the waft of warmth to drift up and make itself known. I should get a plug in timer for it, she thought as she walked back up to the house. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Three”
Harriet clapped her gloved hands together and huffed in the cold of the garage. She switched on the little radiator under the bench and then held her hands to it hoping the warmth would come through more quickly. Usually Harriet would have then headed off to her caretaking job at the Community Centre leaving the garage to warm up for a couple of hours but as new year’s day fell on a Wednesday the centre was closed until the following Monday. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-Two”