A Last Look Around
IT HAD taken a while for me to come to terms with the idea of moving to a new property. I’d been living in the same house since I was five, and moving was the last thing on my agenda. But as everyone knows, life sometimes has a way of directing you rather than you directing it.
And since I was alone now in a three-bedroom house, it had been suggested that the move was as much in my interest as a family of four waiting for a larger property.
Today was the big day. I’d had a phone call from the real-estate agent mid-morning telling me that if all went according to plan, I could be settled in my new home by teatime.
Unfortunately, despite the best efforts of my good friend and neighbour, Mrs Golightly, the movers were
