Did I tell you I cook and clean for Old Harry?
Well, I am now, and I do.
The job sort of came to me. I wasn’t looking for work, but Old Harry has looked after me and my family for over 35 years, doing odd jobs and bringing those little bits and pieces to us when we were without them. A short length of roofing felt, perhaps, or a special size of bicycle screw, or a bit of wire fencing to block up a hole in the fence.
Well, since his old wife died, he has had to fend for himself in a kitchen he never knew existed. He did outdoors and she did indoors and that was that for a whole lifetime. So, Old Harry found someone to cook meals for him, freeze them and deliver once a week. There was a bit of washing, a bit of cleaning too. When one cook left him, he came to tell me and I said, quite without thinking, I’ll do it Harry. For you.
And I do.
This morning I was supposed to go over with supplies, clean washing and my rubber gloves for the cleanup which is never much as Old Harry was a Regimental Sergeant Major in the war and still lives that way. But, it was raining again, cats and dogs so I knew Harry, whose work is all outside, remember, would be stuck at home and not wanting a merry little cleaner like me moving him around whilst I cleaned. So, I stayed home and cooked extra meals for him instead, which is timely as we are off to see our new grand-daughter in London on Wednesday and I will be away for ten days helping out. I will still keep up my blog, though, so no worries there.
I’m bushed now, though. Time for a walk in the Fairy Woods. I’ll tell you what I find tomorrow.