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Stoney GroveWe talked all the time when we were mates! Ann’s great, but sometimes I feel like I need to be intelligent and ‘get it right’ with her. I can’t just say that the inspector is a stuck up pimply youth with the flexibility of an iron pole because she’ll say that he’s only doing his job, and it is important to keep the integrity of the house, and any changes should be made carefully, and we’re just caretakers. I know she’s right. Anyway, I think she likes him.
There’s another new person here as well as the hermit. Emma Knytleigh, a graduate student from London University. Fairly pretty, all very compact if you know what I mean. She’s doing post-grad stuff and will be doing some research on the house for us.
The more money you have the more you spend, I’ve always thought, and it’s still true. I don’t even know who we employ. Last week I met this nice bloke called Jerry moving some stuff from the attic for Ann. He was really knowledgeable about what remaining furniture we have. He does some antique restoration in the village, so we may get him to do some stuff for us. He mentioned security too. Evidently people nick garden statuary as well now (bit of a step up from pinching garden gnomes, eh), so we may need motion detectors. Anyway, nice bloke, I’m going to have a beer with him later in the week.
Things are getting a little weird in the house.