with steaming cups of tea. ‘How’s it going?’
‘Slow, but steady,’ said Kezzie, stopping for a moment to survey her handiwork. ‘I’ve cleared nearly a quarter of the garden, but it’s a long way from the former glory of how it looked in Edward’s time.’
‘Lauren’s happy to sit with Sam for a couple of hours, so I can help if you like.’
‘It would be nice to have another pair of hands,’ Kezzieadmitted. ‘Are you sure Lauren won’t mind? We said we’d be checking out the loft, not digging up the garden.’
‘Nah, she’s cool,’ said Joel. ‘And there is a lot of digging. I won’t have a chance to help you if I don’t do some now.’
‘I hate to say it,’ said Kezzie with a grin, ‘but your digging skills will come in handy too.’
‘Is that what you call facultative feminism?’ said Joel, with a grin.
‘Probably,’ said Kezzie. ‘But I’m not proud.’
Progress with two was definitely better than with one, and in no time at all they’d cleared about a quarter of the undergrowth. Now it was getting a bit clearer to see where the original patterns had grown, but both the ivy and rosemary had grown too thick, and it was going to be a hard job reshaping them.
‘You know, I hate to say this, Joel,’ said Kezzie, ‘but I think we’re going to need to dig this all over and start again. I’m not sure it’s going to be possible to get it back to its original shape. I do hope we can find Edward’s plans. It would certainly help.’
Joel surveyed their handiwork.
‘You’re probably right,’ he said. ‘I can’t work out what I’m looking at.’
‘You see this here,’ Kezzie pointed at a strand of ivy, ‘it’s interwoven with the rosemary. If the stems were thinner you could see it’s the shape of a heart, but it’s become misshapen. Come on, let’s have a break from this for now. I’m dying to see what the attic holds.’
They put the tools away and walked up to the house. Lauren was in the kitchen feeding Sam, while the twins were watching TV in the lounge.
‘Oh, lord, is it his lunchtime already?’ said Joel. ‘I’m so sorry, I hadn’t realized the time. Do you want me to take over?’
Lauren rolled her eyes.
‘No, it’s OK,’ she said, with evident sarcasm. ‘You carry on, I’ll be fine here. I’ve only got to feed the girls and put Sam down, so I may as well make you both some sarnies. I notice you’ve got bacon in the fridge.’
‘Are you sure?’ Kezzie felt uneasy, aware there were uncomfortable ripples beneath the surface. She had asked Joel if he was sure that Lauren didn’t mind helping out and he had waved her concerns away with an airy, ‘Oh Lauren’s fine,’ which Kezzie felt was a little glib. But Lauren seemed to recover her good humour and said it was no problem, while Joel had clearly managed to overcome any spasms of guilt quite quickly, and was already heading up the stairs to the top landing. He unhooked a trapdoor, which opened to reveal a wooden set of stairs that took them up into the loft.
‘Come on then, gunga din,’ Joel said, ‘let’s see what we can find.’
The loft was dark and full of spiders, but Joel managed to remember where the light switch was. Light came through from the rafters. No wonder the house was so darned cold. With winter coming on, it was about time he put some insulation in. And investigated the state of the roof. Another thing to add to his To Do list.
Right. He stepped over the packing cases he and Claire had dumped up there, so long ago. Detritus of their former life, when they’d lived in London, and been poor and happy.
‘I think the stuff belonging to Uncle Jack is over in the corner. We started going through it once, but never really had time to do it properly.’
‘Ooh, this is just like Cash in the Attic ,’ said Kezzie, with contagious enthusiasm. ‘I wonder what we’ll find.’
Joel began rooting around in the ancient crates and boxes,picking through stacks of old
‘Slow, but steady,’ said Kezzie, stopping for a moment to survey her handiwork. ‘I’ve cleared nearly a quarter of the garden, but it’s a long way from the former glory of how it looked in Edward’s time.’
‘Lauren’s happy to sit with Sam for a couple of hours, so I can help if you like.’
‘It would be nice to have another pair of hands,’ Kezzieadmitted. ‘Are you sure Lauren won’t mind? We said we’d be checking out the loft, not digging up the garden.’
‘Nah, she’s cool,’ said Joel. ‘And there is a lot of digging. I won’t have a chance to help you if I don’t do some now.’
‘I hate to say it,’ said Kezzie with a grin, ‘but your digging skills will come in handy too.’
‘Is that what you call facultative feminism?’ said Joel, with a grin.
‘Probably,’ said Kezzie. ‘But I’m not proud.’
Progress with two was definitely better than with one, and in no time at all they’d cleared about a quarter of the undergrowth. Now it was getting a bit clearer to see where the original patterns had grown, but both the ivy and rosemary had grown too thick, and it was going to be a hard job reshaping them.
‘You know, I hate to say this, Joel,’ said Kezzie, ‘but I think we’re going to need to dig this all over and start again. I’m not sure it’s going to be possible to get it back to its original shape. I do hope we can find Edward’s plans. It would certainly help.’
Joel surveyed their handiwork.
‘You’re probably right,’ he said. ‘I can’t work out what I’m looking at.’
‘You see this here,’ Kezzie pointed at a strand of ivy, ‘it’s interwoven with the rosemary. If the stems were thinner you could see it’s the shape of a heart, but it’s become misshapen. Come on, let’s have a break from this for now. I’m dying to see what the attic holds.’
They put the tools away and walked up to the house. Lauren was in the kitchen feeding Sam, while the twins were watching TV in the lounge.
‘Oh, lord, is it his lunchtime already?’ said Joel. ‘I’m so sorry, I hadn’t realized the time. Do you want me to take over?’
Lauren rolled her eyes.
‘No, it’s OK,’ she said, with evident sarcasm. ‘You carry on, I’ll be fine here. I’ve only got to feed the girls and put Sam down, so I may as well make you both some sarnies. I notice you’ve got bacon in the fridge.’
‘Are you sure?’ Kezzie felt uneasy, aware there were uncomfortable ripples beneath the surface. She had asked Joel if he was sure that Lauren didn’t mind helping out and he had waved her concerns away with an airy, ‘Oh Lauren’s fine,’ which Kezzie felt was a little glib. But Lauren seemed to recover her good humour and said it was no problem, while Joel had clearly managed to overcome any spasms of guilt quite quickly, and was already heading up the stairs to the top landing. He unhooked a trapdoor, which opened to reveal a wooden set of stairs that took them up into the loft.
‘Come on then, gunga din,’ Joel said, ‘let’s see what we can find.’
The loft was dark and full of spiders, but Joel managed to remember where the light switch was. Light came through from the rafters. No wonder the house was so darned cold. With winter coming on, it was about time he put some insulation in. And investigated the state of the roof. Another thing to add to his To Do list.
Right. He stepped over the packing cases he and Claire had dumped up there, so long ago. Detritus of their former life, when they’d lived in London, and been poor and happy.
‘I think the stuff belonging to Uncle Jack is over in the corner. We started going through it once, but never really had time to do it properly.’
‘Ooh, this is just like Cash in the Attic ,’ said Kezzie, with contagious enthusiasm. ‘I wonder what we’ll find.’
Joel began rooting around in the ancient crates and boxes,picking through stacks of old
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