Snow in Mortimer

The movers have packed everything and left me to deal with the tidy up of the empty shell. Mo Curly and Larry is what I nicknamed the removalists. Three full on poms, the smallest of these men was Mr Serious. He just got on with the task at hand, only stopping for a toilet break or a cup of tea, no unnecessary chit chat from him. The other gentleman was the clown always saying something silly or singing. He had a beautiful tenor voice that echoed through the house, but he never finished a song off, then he would announce he’s going on x factor. This man did not know how to wipe his feet, mud clumps all over the carpet. Finally the man that runs the show he was Mr Gloomy, his wife had recently left him so he needed a councillor and it seems that councillor was me. The three of them, all so different got the job done and left me with an empty lonely house that needed to be cleaned.With no beds in the house I stayed at De Vere Venue –Wokefield Park just down the road six minutes by car. It is rather classy and huge. But unfortunately the Brits have no idea what good service is, nor do they know how to clean. I had to play the heavy and get my quilt cover removed, and the bath cleaned.After my second night I awoke and looked out my window over the golf course. It had snowed overnight the view was very pretty with four inches of snow on trees and benches, everything was awash with white. After my breakfast I had to rush back to the house to unlock it for the viewing of another interested renter.The first problem was walking to the car, the entrance to the car park was slippery and icy, a few near spills and I made it. I had my bag with my computer, my jewellery, John’s new camera and all the things I did not want to leave in the room, so I planned to put it in the boot. The car looked like a giant cotton ball. I stood there looking how to tackle this new dilemma. Yes I had to put the bag down in the snow, as the car door would not open, it took my a while to locate the handle, luckily the side of a car does not accumulate as much snow as the top, finally with a good pull (thinking the handle would break) the door opened, and a pile of snow fell in onto the drivers seat. Bugger a wet seat, I brushed off as much as I could, then got my now wet bag and threw it onto the passenger seat. Janette is not happy I am wet and freezing.The heater of the car was on full bore for ten minutes and little had happened, the windscreen still was fully obscured with snow. So out with the credit card and I scraped away, my hands were purple and ached with the cold (no gloves). The snow was very hard and icy not soft, I managed to clear a viewing hole. Off I drove not being familiar with driving in snow and ice, I took it very slow and still snow flew up in clumps from the bonnet, thwat in the middle of the windscreen. Maybe I should have taken the bulk of the snow off the bonnet as this could be dangerous.The front garden of our house looked so different all in white, and evidence of a bunnies foot prints through the snow. Even though it was cold I thought how beautiful and wished I had not packed my camera, completely forgetting I had John’s with me. Getting inside the empty house made me feel very sad, my footsteps echoed reminding me I was on my own, how I wish John was not sent to France( how convenient) why am I doing this on my own. John will do anything to avoid a move, I allowed myself to wallow in sadness for a while then got on with the task of the remaining cleaning while I waited for the viewing.