Conspiracy theory

Claire organised two lads to put stones down outside our patio area last week but, of course, this made the patio inadequate so Claire tried her hand at bricklaying. And not a bad job she made of it too. However, it was still soft and powdery until it rained and made the cement go off. Luckily, we live in England and didn’t have to wait long.

Harriet needs a computer for Christmas but for now she borrows Claire’s.

Carters are doing a good job of advertising Jim and Shirley’s house and seem to be bringing people to view every day. We even have a sign outside now. Yesterday they were to bring 2 people around, one at 2pm and the other at 4.30pm. We went to David Lloyd for the first viewing so as to create an extra parking space for them to park in but we weren’t quite up to working out for 3 hours so had to come back for the last one. We had no sooner got our feet up than the knock at the door exactly at 4.30pm. The knock wasn’t that normal, a little frantic sounding. I jumped up and answered but it wasn’t the agent, it was a lady carrying a little kid. She said, “Do you have a red Ford KA?” I said yes, why? She said because you must have left the handbrake off and it’s run across the road into someone’s hedge. I couldn’t resist getting my camera out while Claire ran across the road to recover it much to the amusement of the neighbours.

It couldn’t have been Claire’s fault as she always leaves the car in gear. She thinks that because she left the passenger door unlocked and that the neighbours hate us because we always get the best parking spaces while they go to work that one of them was responsible.