Weekend Break With a Difference
I was invited to spend a whole weekend, in the Cotswold’s area. I had some designs to do on a country retreat. It is a beautiful relaxing area, I was looking forward to it, and made sure I drove there, going passed all the historic places, of outstanding natural beauty. When I drove through the villages, I loved looking at the small cottages there.
In our past the small cottages would have been housing for the farming community,but as the road network has got better, and also because people can work from home using computers and the internet, these pretty cottages have soared in value, and the farmers have cashed in, and sold what, was perhaps once a liability, for what is now a lot of money.
My reason for the visit, was work, and I would do the designing, whilst relaxing . Good food and drink had been promised, there would be other house guests,and a great weekend ,was in store for me, I was feeling hungry , I could hardly wait.
Before I reached my weekend appointment, I stopped off at a small pub. The pub was very well known, for it’s cider. The cider was very strong,and it was made at the pub, using apples growing , in the fields nearby. I had a small cider, and started to sketch out some plans of welsh dressers, and farmhouse tables. All these country kitchens, had these traditional features.
With my designs safely in my brief case, I continued my journey,and found the large house, that was to be my home for the weekend. I had been promised good food and I was starting to get hungry.
I announced my arrival, with a push on the doorbell, the doorbell did not have an old clanging ring to it, it played an electronic version of the French National Anthem. Someone approached the door, I thought and hoped I could here the clanging of dinner plates,the door opened, and there was a man in a dress, ‘My name is Pauline’ he said.
My jaw dropped, my feet were rooted to the spot, when another man wearing an apron, came down the stairs, ‘And, I am Henrietta, you look like a nice boy’. I was struggling for words, I did not know what to say, so I blurted out ‘I design interiors’. Well they laughed and laughed, ‘You have come a week early, this weekend is our boys club weekend, you are welcome to stay honey’. Well I almost crawled over to my car, and fell into it, as if in a trance, I managed to get the engine started, and drove off. As I was going, Henrietta blew me a kiss, and shouted out, ‘See you next weekend babe’.
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