After their visitors had
left, Gwen went through Cliff Haven like a whirlwind, stripping beds, washing,
tumble drying, hoovering, dusting, and mopping until the place sparkled like a
new pin, she would normally have spread the work over a couple of days, but she
had plans with Phil.
Molly and Danny spent the
first two days slobbing around in their pyjama’s, they had no idea how tiring
it was having houseguests, but they thoroughly enjoyed it though, even though
it was exhausting.
Then all too soon it was
twelfth night, so they had to take the Christmas decorations down.
“This isn’t nearly as much
fun as putting them up” Molly observed.
“No, it’s not” he agreed.
“But it’ll be November in the
blink of an eye, and we can put them back up again.”
“Oh, very sage, old man” she
said and giggled.
“Any way it could be worse,”
he said.
“How so?”
“We could be outside in the
rain with George” he replied, and they both laughed, and just at that moment
the door opened, and a soaking wet George appeared, and they laughed even
louder.
Once all the decorations had
been neatly packed away, with the exception of the snow globes, which had pride
of place, they had another pyjama day, well actually they had a pyjama weekend
and then on Monday work on the book commenced again, and they had to work flat
out to finish the next two chapters in time for their trip to Abbottsford on
the 17th.
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