MRS WIBBSEY'S FESTIVE DIARY
3
23rd December
There was a thump at the door very early
on. I was up and mopping the floors. I heard the letterbox rattle and thought:
that’s curiously early. I never went running. Let them wait.
I forgot about it and later, passing
through the hallway I saw there was a little card shoved under the door.
Another takeaway opened up, I thought. Or hate mail.
But it wasn’t. It was like computer
print-out lettering. It read:
‘Mistress. I knocked but you were out.
This unit will call again.’
This unit, I thought? What the devil’s
that about? And why are they calling me mistress?
I felt a bit cross and – I must say –
rather nervous. I’ve reached a point in life where I don’t want or like new and
unexpected things.
K9! :)
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