I came home this evening to find what may be a potentially very disturbing message on our ansaphone. It was Harriet, one of the incompetent wenches at the Housesitting Agency. “Just to keep you up to speed. The homeowners haven’t settled too well at their new location and are looking at the possibility of returning earlier than planned. They’re going to give it another month before they decide. Bye!!”
Just when you thought it was safe to start feeling a bit settled, someone comes along and kicks you in the nutbits. Isn’t that the story of our relationship?
I’m thinking it likely that they’ve made a mistake. This is, after all, the Agency that forgot to tell us we’d been accepted as tenants in the first place, and the Bannermans seemed so certain they were making the right decision, and so determined to see it through come-what-may, that I can’t believe they might be changing their minds already. I’m going to call Harriet tomorrow and get some clarification.
In the meantime, I see no reason to bother Philippa with this occurrence, so please don’t tell her what I’ve told you.
RC 8-10-14
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