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”
Following a recent visit with Harriet to install a house front for her friend Flo I had the chance to play with a Proxxon DB250 mini lathe. It was so much fun, and so useful for turning miniatures that I had to have one of my own. Having bought it with a matching set of Proxxon chisels I decided to make a box case for it to have a self contained workstation. Continue reading “Proxxon Lathe Workstation”
Harriet
Mitch’s funeral was a modest affair. The invitation stated that normal comfortable dress should be worn, and no formality was desired. Everyone was invited to the funeral service in the morning before lunch, friends to a buffet lunch in the afternoon at the community centre where Mitch had worked, then a more intimate close friends and family gathering afterwards in the evening. Continue reading “Chapter Sixteen”
Harriet
There was a slow creaking followed by echoing bangs, not too loud but enough that Harriet knew something was happening outside. Continue reading “Chapter Fifteen”
Harriet
“But Ritu, dear, you have help in restaurant, and in the warehouse. You can spare me for a few hours!” Robbie was pleading with his wife again to forgive him for being out all day with the van for only a couple of small local deliveries. Continue reading “Chapter Fourteen”
On Friday Daisy and I had a road trip north to Scotland. Daisy drove as I was going to be working when we got there. We stopped at Tebay Services for a rest. Continue reading “A working road trip or two!”
Harriet
Harriet was in her room, lying on her bed, reading. She found it a nice way to escape, to lose herself in a fictional world unrelated to her own so that she could, for a while, forget her life and the world around her. Continue reading “Chapter Thirteen”
