Homeless

1) The 2CV and trailer after we'd driven the two cars down to Silverwoods on Friday afternoon with a plan to collect two pieces of furniture for the new house which have been living temporarily at Silverwoods. These 2CV runs always feel a bit like an adventure in their own right, at 2 and a half hours, maybe not as exciting as the 510 mile hike from Kent to the new house or the 8 hour, 2005 run to Kelso castle for a 2CV World Meeting, but still up there among the longest runs we've done in the 2CV. Both pieces are chest of drawers which used to belong to Mum's Auntie May who passed away aged 86 in 1976. Auntie May was always a favourite with Mum when she was tiny, as she used to spoil the infant Mum, buying her special clothes when the real family were actually vary poor, and calling her Princess, trying to teach her about class, sophistication, etiquette and stuff. Mum remembers her always being very upright and poised and given to wearing stiff corsets which Mum was allowed help her dress into. She was scandalised by the new-fangled television equipment and insisted that it be turned off while she powdered her nose in case News-reader Charles Mitchell might see her by looking back down the tube at her! 2)Mum and Dad on Friday morning enjoying a breakfast 'indoors' beside the range, cooked on the newly installed gas hob. 3)Mum goes to work on that fiddly job, painting varnish onto the spindles of the upstairs handrail. 4)The floor of the main bedroom gleaming with new varnish after Dad had sanded and sanded and sanded and sanded it then varnished it twice. Beautiful! 5) A mob of swallows arrived all on the same day and hung around mopping up insects which were flying above our fields. For a while they sat on our wires and we imagined that they might be the same ones who have nested in our bathroom and on the spare room door for the last 15 years, now looking balefully at the new back (swallow-proof) windows and wondering whether to put in an official complaint. Homeless! Sorry, swallows Deefs