Just in from work and sipping some red wine before bed. MasterB said hello to me from under a bush as I came thtrough the garden but seemed disinclined to come in.
I can take a hint.
He can’t stay out too long though, because tomorrow I want to be up bright early, enjoy my coffee and be out of the shower ready to hit the street at eight o’clock when Celia will be ringing the doorbell.
We are off to Ramsgate for the day. I am so excited. I think I went to Ramsgate about thirty years ago. When I say to, I mean through. I certainly didn’t stop there. Now I am revved up about Pugin architecture, Georgian streets, and lunch in a pub with a view of the sea.
Celia and I did our research in the garden under the shade of the pruned cherry tree this afternoon with the help of two guide books, an ipad, MasterB and tumblers of water with mint leaves.
Celia is one of the people MasterB has accepted in his slowly widening circle of approved humans.
He now loves the lovely neighbours, especially Barbara. If he hears her voice he goes to say hello. He twines himself around her and invites himself into their flat. It has taken ten months to reach this stage. But alas, the lovely neighbours are going to leave. They reckon they can save £200 pcm by moving further out, and as he is Greek, and she Austrian, that helps with the trips back to to see their respective families.
I keep hoping something will happen to make them change their minds. Good neighbours add so much and these two have been among the best. They rented the flat because they saw MasterB in the garden, sweetly posing under the birch tree. They didn’t realise he would be such a close neighbour. I have come to rely on them. They let him out this evening, They may let him out tomorrow when I am in Ramsgate. We have all been cultivating plants up on the top floor, though they win the prize with the cucumbers grown on their bedroom windowsill.
It will be a sad day when they move out. I am not sure I can bear to witness their departure. They don’t know about this blog, but I may give them the address so that Barbara can continue to see pictures of MasterB, or Sweetie as she tends to call him, and I can have some way of staying in touch.