Lord Posh managing to wangle some money from our lost country estate and all that.
Unfortunately, Marjorie finds the house so common, she won't even sit in the room.
I actually wanted this room to be our bedroom. Hence the pink. A kind of a love palace, if you will. Me not being gay and everything...
But the awkward mare wanted it as a first floor sitting room. Sigh!
Also making the original lounge into a cold and loveless room. A bit like our new bedroom in the attic actually......
I also tried to put it over to Marjorie that Mary would have a devil of a struggle getting her gin up the stairs.....
The poor girl is already grappling with the new state-of-the-art kitchen. That reminds me, I must sort out some sleeping quarters for Mary...
Lavinia also does not take kindly to her new abode:
There was someone in our bed. And Lavinia became our little girl again...
So Marjorie made her bed for the night in our Daughter's room
And I tried to get forty winks on an old chaise lounge - bit like old times really......
The truth is, we've never really had a proper house before..... it's all been shelves and hard bases, even in our sixties heyday. Stuck in a kid's conservatory.
Series Three happening very soon. Don't touch that dial.......
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