“You are going to live In a what!?” her mother asked quizzically, peering over the rim of her glasses. She didn’t wait for an answer as it sunk in, she seldom did. “Did you hear that Ronald, did you hear where they’re going to live?”
“Yes Jean” he replied sounding rather tired, quickly folding his newspaper and scurrying to the kitchen to put the kettle on and to see if he could catch the football results on the radio.
“Mum, it will be fine, don’t worry ok.” said Leslie, she had expected this response.
“Do you still take sugar Leslie?” Ronald shouted from the kitchen as he fiddled with the radio.
“No thanks Dad, just milk please” she shouted back.
“Why on earth would you want do that dear?” Jean continued, “People like us don’t live in places like that.”
“We think it will be a wonderful opportunity mum, John has looked into it and we agree that it would be a great adventure for us and the kids”
“Do you want a biscuit Leslie?”
“No thanks dad” Leslie responded “I’m having dinner when I get home.”
“Ok, more for me!”
“Mum, I know it sounds a bit crazy but you’ll love it I promise.”
“Honestly Leslie, what will the reading circle ladies think. A windmill indeed.” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “You know dear, I don’t think we could possibly visit you know, surely it’s full of steps. You know how your father is with his bad knee.”
“I’m sure it will be fine” came a contrary voice from the kitchen.
“Oh will it, will it” Jean snapped “remember when you said you could do that charity walk with the cricket club and you couldn’t move for a week after”
“Jean I will be fine.”
“Well don’t come crying to me begging for a lift when you can’t get to the pub because your knee is all swollen!” Jean folded her arms defiantly and lowered her tone. “I just think it’s frightfully selfish dear” she continued, “think of your father please.”
“Mum, it’s already done, John signed the papers and we move in in three weeks time.”
Jean said nothing as Ronald brought the tea through on a large round tray. He’d also brought biscuits. Ronald did like a nice biscuit with his cup of tea.
“So” aid Ronald cheerfully, handing Leslie a cup of tea. “Tell me all about this new house you’ve got yourself.”
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