Page 30 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

Having drunk two cups of coffee Joe finally handed me my post and left thanking me for my hospitality.
I quickly fell into a routine. Grocery shopping and stopping in to Penny for lunch then pottering around the cottage and finishing off any painting that was left to do. I styled my bedroom on the B&B honeymoon suite putting a vintage bath in one corner with a silk screen for privacy, I had a four -poster bed custom made, and I opened up the large fireplace, for romantic evenings I thought. I wish. I made it very girly, all frills and lace my dream bedroom. Perfect.
With Christmas out of the way I was looking forward to Spring. I had all intentions of being self-sufficient, rearing chickens, growing my own vegetables, maybe some fruit trees and plenty of beautiful flowers, something I’m very passionate about.
It used to drive Tony mad when I cluttered up our little terrace with pots of my favorite roses, Tony called them the devil’s friends, he was forever getting stabbed with their thorns he called them evil.
‘Oh! Tony, I do miss you’.
But life was becoming wonderful again. I continued my little village life routine, shopping in the local stores and lunching with my newfound friends Penny and Paul. By now I was on a first name basis with almost all the villagers.
‘Father Thomas, how are you?’ I always felt the urge to curtsy whenever I saw Father Thomas.
‘Keeping well Amber’, he replied ‘and yourself? Are you settling in to Brook cottage?’ A nod was all he needed usually, but today it seems he had a proposition for me.