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Love those houses

Still in Valentine mode, I could mention houses to fall in love with. No, I lie, I’m not into Valentine at all, but you need to be ‘topical.’

We saw some nice houses yesterday. It could have been love. Who knows?

And I’m reminded of the rather well preserved 1930s house the Resident IT Consultant and I visited at the beginning of time, or soon afterwards. It belonged to his former English teacher, and right now I’d be very happy to buy it, were it for sale. That was the occasion when I was given a lovely old copy of that wonderful teen romance, Daddy-Long-Legs.

Speaking of history, it’s what the Resident IT Consultant served up in one of the houses we looked at. It happened to be right behind the house he grew up in. Mere yards – I mean metres – from the corner of their garden, where he slept in a box in a caravan, while the house was being built. I’m not up to primitive stuff like that. And at least he didn’t claim to have walked barefoot to school. Even if he did.

We’ll look at some more houses today, but I’m sure they can’t beat yesterday’s. Although, I suppose it’d be good if they did. It would mean there’s plenty of good prospective Bookwitch Towers out there.

I have to own up to having built custom made bookcases (in my mind) in every house we viewed. Some were better than others. Could I fall for a house that doesn’t have good walls for books?

I’ll keep you posted.

Daddy-Long-Legs

I was so sure that Daughter would love it. But maybe ten was too early for Jean Webster’s Daddy-Long-Legs. She’d enjoyed the BBC Pride and Prejudice, and here was something equally romantic. I even got Daughter her own, brand new copy, and she started reading, but gave up halfway.

The reason she needed her own copy was that mine is so old that I couldn’t let her read it. Mean, or what? I think I must have borrowed the book from the library originally. Then one day the fairly newly wed witch and her Resident IT Consultant went to have afternoon tea with Miss M. The mother-in-law might have been dissatisfied with our low-key wedding, because she placed an ad in her local paper to announce the glad tidings. Soon after, a letter arrived from Miss M, who very politely asked our permission to give us a wedding present.

The rest of the world might not think book tokens very appropriate, but for a budding bookwitch they were perfect (who needs blankets and saucepans?). I did have to ask the Resident IT Consultant who this Miss M might be, never having heard of her. She had been his English teacher at school, so I asked what he had done to be remembered like this. Had he carried her bags for her? He had. Oops.

Anyway, some correspondence later, we had tea in Miss M’s 1930s bungalow, while visiting the in-laws. Miss M was a very lovely, old world lady. I could see that the bag carrying would be just the thing. Not surprisingly, we talked books, and when I enthused over Daddy-Long-Legs, Miss M got up and returned with her 1917 copy of the book and pressed it into my hands.

Hence the new copy for Daughter who has been known to scribble in books, almost as much as her naughty mother.

I think it could be time to try Daddy-Long-Legs on Daughter again. She’s rediscovering classics.