Well, my dears, I’m sorry that I’m going to disappoint you. Additionally, I’m really annoyed with myself. I thought I was quite good at following clues and knowing what was going on in this retirement complex which I now call home. Well I’m not – I’m just a silly old woman who wouldn’t spot a clue if it jumped up and did a flamenco dance in front of me. Perhaps I should have thought to ask a few more searching questions.
I think, my dears that when you live in a small and fairly quiet community, you take certain things for granted. Although, everyone lives in their own flat or apartment (for those elite folk who live at the posh end) we assume that they’re all the same – apart from the few that have a second bedroom. What would I give to have an extra room so I could hide my stash from Mrs. Metcalf? It would be lovely to have a space where I could leave my crafting equipment available and to be able to close the door on it.
Talking about Mrs. M, my dears, one of two of you have commented that she hasn’t been around for a little while. That’s very observant and you’re quite right. It isn’t anything sinister though as she has been away to Scotland to visit her sister Renee. Apparently Renee lives on the Isle of Islay – one of the southern islands in the Inner Hebrides. It seems to be mainly known for its whisky production from eight working distilleries, although it’s also a beautiful place to visit for a holiday. Renee lives in a little croft near Bowmore and keeps a few sheep. She loves spinning their fleeces and produces the most wonderful yarn. I do hope that Mrs. M brings me some. I feel that I’ve earned it! Knowing Mrs. M as I do, it wouldn’t surprise me if more than a little of the yarn produced by Renee finds its way into Mrs. M’s handbag!! Old habits die hard – so they say. No, my dears, I’m not particularly keen on the peat in the locally distilled whisky, so would much prefer yarn. Incidentally, the shawl I was making for Mrs. M was finished just in time for her Scottish trip. I think Renee had planned to invite some special guests for dinner during Mrs. M’s stay and she thought that the weather may be a tad colder than here, hence the request for a shawl.
Gosh – why didn’t you remind me that I’d wondered away from the point – and not for the first time! I had been telling you that I don’t feel qualified to call myself any kind of sleuth – amateur or otherwise. I have assumed that all the flats were similar – well they are, apart from one glaring difference which throw all my assumptions into a cocked hat.
I know I’ve been prevaricating, my dears, but it’s really hard to admit when you know that you’ve made an assumption which was completely wrong. Although some flats on the first and second floors have a balcony I hadn’t considered this!! I’ll just tell you and then you will know what a stupid woman I’ve been. Although the flats are similar the one huge difference relates to all the ground floor flats at the side and the rear of the building.
They all have patio doors – so residents who live there are able to leave their flats and return without using the security system at the front doors. Of course, anyone visiting those flats would be able to see this – and in point of fact, I believe regular visitors just enter through those patio doors without bothering anyone! Now you’ll understand why I feel so upset with myself – I didn’t know. It would appear that other people thought that I was aware, so no-one mentioned it to me. Is it worth me continuing with my efforts – or should I leave well alone? I am more than a little sad about this – As Always –
With Love – Jan xx