This is take two of part two.
I tried to copy the link to part one.
But I had copied it from excel.
And I ended up with a whole lot of boxes I couldn’t get rid of.
So….if you haven’t read part one you are going to have to look for it.
I have it filed under memories.
It took me a while to find my categories.
They are right at the bottom.
Anyhow where was I?
So we lost everything.
And had to move in a hurry.
But Hub1 was resourceful.
He found a small farm nearby.
A small overgrown farm.
With no tenant.
With very good reason.
The place was more like a hovel.
He took me to see it as the sun was going down.
Which was pretty clever.
We had to walk up some steps to a porch and the kitchen.
As you all know…I am not observant.
Nor am I domesticated.|
But I did spot one thing.
There was no sink.
I burst out laughing.
And he was surprised.
Thought I would burst out crying.
The idiot didn’t know what a fine line there is between laughter and hysteria.
Especially when I discovered there was no running water.
And gaping big holes in the wooden floors.
I was still to learn the worst thing about the place.
He had made an arrangement with the owner that we would fix the place up.
And stay for a very small rent.
In retrospect he should have paid us.
Running water was the first priority.
Until that was done I used to stand beneath the porch.
Hub1 would pour a bucket of water over me.
I would frantically soap myself.
Then he would pour another bucket to rinse off.
I was eight months pregnant with number four.
Thank God it was summer.
I would do the same for him.
Sometimes wondering how much it would take to drown him.
And the worst thing about the place?
Wait for part three.