Harriet
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
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”
Harriet
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”
Harriet
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
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”
Harriet
Christmas with Adam and Amanda and their various visiting families was a very happy week for Harriet. And as much as she tried to help with the arrangements, the cooking, the washing up, there were always enough willing bodies that she didn’t need to do any more then pass around the cheese and crackers, and make a few rounds of tea. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty-One”
Harriet
With Harriet’s new job her week days had a comforting routine to them. Awake and up at six in the morning, wash, dress, and eat breakfast. Out of the door by six-thirty if she was walking into work, or ten minutes later if she was cycling. Continue reading “Chapter Twenty”
Harriet
Harriet started working at the community centre almost immediately, there seemed little point in waiting and the work was straight forward. She could be in for about 7am and start vacuuming and mopping floors, dusting, emptying bins and collecting any stray washing up to put in the dishwasher. She didn’t need to wash up, the catering staff sorted that so that was a bonus, as was not cleaning the kitchens. Continue reading “Chapter Nineteen”
Harriet
Harriet was in the Community Centre. She had arranged to meet Sarah there for lunch and a chat about her efforts at finding a job. It wasn’t going well and Harriet felt like she was failing at the first hurdle, just looking at the applications, before she even had a chance to apply for anything. She wanted to work legitimately, for a decent employer, doing something that would tide her through to establishing her workshop. But the kind of work that she would prefer to do required a reference from her most recent employer, Marie. Continue reading “Chapter Eighteen”
Harriet
Following Mitch’s funeral Harriet decided to take stock of life. Although Harriet had brought most of her research books with her, she was conscious that she hadn’t really looked at any of them, and they had been left in a box on the floor under the bed. She decided that it was time to start looking at them again, and getting her ideas back into some sort of order. Continue reading “Chapter Seventeen”
