I’m pleased to say that my adventures with our cottage have now reached a conclusion. Pause for wild celebration!
The cottage has been inspected top to toe. We began the summer with a posse of builders breathing through their teeth about the roof (which is fine); paused for a wall inspection (this doesn’t require a surveyor with a tape measure it requires someone to stand and look at the wall. I must assume that there are a few lucky mortals with x ray laser vision out there); moved on to demands for my furniture and we finished with a request to know what was under the manhole cover.
Now I don’t know about you but when I see a manhole cover my first thought isn’t to prise the lid open to see where it goes. So as far as I know it could be the entrance to the Seven Dwarves’ diamond mine; an escape route for Gandalf from the Mines of Moiria; a land inhabited by Mad Hatters not to mention anthropomorphic time conscious white rabbits; or, er, and this is wild I know – a drain. Sadly during our time at the cottage I wasn’t bothered by seven overly happy dwarves, a wizard wielding a broom stick or a small girl in a blue dress. Oh, hang on. I encountered not one but three of those; so who knows?
Anyway, after weeks of gnashing my teeth, pulling out my hair and generally fretting, we’re good as I would say if I was even remotely cool. On to the next adventure but no more dust for the time being- thank you very much.