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By astrodiaper · Posted
I’m not sure at the moment. During my checking routine, I discovered that the oven we use to “cook” breakfast is not powering up. *sigh*. No hot food until we can get someone out here to check. I offered my induction plates, but haven’t gotten a reply on that idea. I think I can do hot dogs in the oven. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Ask and you shall receive! This one might be a bit less polished, though, because I only started it on the 1st of November. Can you guess where it's going? 0.3 - Deliberation Two figures stood up in unison and walked over to the narrow flight of steps that connected the platform to the parking lot. Lars automatically slowed his pace to let Penny go first, but it seemed that she wanted to stay beside him. On the gravel below, the car’s door opened and Nanny Esme stepped out. She was in her late thirties, but carried herself with an unflappable air of authority which could make her seem a little older if that was what one of her clients wanted to believe. She was wearing a heavy green cardigan today, almost matching the shade of her car, over a neatly-pressed cream blouse which always made Lars think of the headmistress on his long-ago first day of school. She wasn’t peering over the top of horn-rimmed glasses or tapping her cheek with a red pen, but every syllable of her body language screamed the same message loudly enough that it would take deliberate attention to notice the omissions. “So sorry I’m late,” she said, without the affected schoolteacher accent. That would come when they were safely back at the daycare. “A silage trailer clipped a wall outside Bennet’s yard, and shed its load right across the crossroads. There wasn’t enough space to turn around, you know these quiet country lanes where the hedgerows force everybody into the middle of the road. I would have called, but I suppose you don’t have a signal here.” “Yes,” Lars agreed. “I was thinking of walking over to the shop so I could check for messages.” “Well, I’m here now dear,” Nanny said decisively. “I suppose we should get moving and not waste any more time. But…” she paused and took a step forward, then looked Penny up and down. “Do you two know each other? I’m quite surprised to see you brought a friend. And I hope you’re not going to be sitting on the platform for a week. It can get frightfully cold out here.” “A week?” Penny squeaked. “Me? You mean… Is my appointment next week? I was so sure we agreed on today. I would have checked my phone, but I didn’t have a signal.” “Next week,” Nanny said with a firm nod. “We thought one of us must have the wrong date,” Lars explained. “Couldn’t check who, though. Should we have a duel to see whose turn it is? Or is there a way we could both–” “Hush, dear,” Nanny Esme cut him off, and Lars’s explanation stopped immediately. “You know you had an appointment, because I called you this morning to double check which train you would be on, and what time it was expected to arrive. And before you volunteer to let this young lady take your place, I should remind you that isn’t how the Daycare works.” “But I don’t want to–” “I know you don’t, dear. You take anyone not having a good day as a personal responsibility, trying to satisfy everyone except yourself. That’s why you need it to not be your choice when you deserve a break. And that’s what I can do for you. You are owed a joyful day, just like we planned. And you don’t get to change your mind now.” Penny opened her mouth to make an argument. Then she closed it again. Nanny Esme didn’t like to hear disagreement unless it was a part of the scene. “Good,” Nanny Esme said, addressing Penny this time. “Now, dear, I believe the trains here are every hour. So your next train home will be the same time as the one you expected to take after the appointment. If that’s a long wait, there is a coffee shop in the old post office now. And we will see what we can do about your appointment. I don’t intend to put you in a difficult situation, but that isn’t something for us to talk about right now. If you like, I can call you once today’s business is finished, and we can see about rescheduling your visit if necessary. But for now, I think this event has been postponed long enough already.” Her tone left no space for disagreement, and Lars climbed into the passenger seat of the car without hesitation. He waved to Penny as they drove away again, and he felt guilty about leaving her. But the rest of the day held too much promised excitement, and he wasn’t about to let the whole day be spoiled by his guilt. He knew that Nanny Esme would be able to get his mind off it as soon as they arrived. And the rational voice in the back of his mind told him that they had been waiting nearly twenty minutes already, so it shouldn't be long before the train passed through in the other direction. As the SUV negotiated the tight turn out of the parking lot, its headlights pierced the mist for a moment to reveal a sign thanking visitors for driving carefully; and announcing to the world that this proud village was known, at least to some local youth with a marker pen, as Gooseplumpton-underWater. As the sign vanished into the mist again, Lars thought that it added a sense of echoing unreality to the morning’s events, like it marked the boundary between the real world and some kind of ephemeral fairyland where all his dreams might come true. The car wound through country lanes that could have been based on old animal tracks; bends and crossings scattered across the landscape without any apparent order. Nanny Esme asked how he had been, like they were friends catching up after a long time apart. He wasn’t sure how much of that was genuine concern for what was going on in his life, and how much was professional courtesy. He was a client, rather than a friend, but she always seemed so genuine. As they got farther from the village, the roads became less maintained. Just ten minutes away, they were driving on sunken tracks between the few remaining patches of historic woodland and overgrown hedgerows. Foliage brushed the windows and snapped against the wing mirrors on both sides, and Lars pressed his hands beneath his thighs to keep himself from fidgeting. He was starting to get nervous, as always when they got close to the old farmhouse. The conversation shifted seamlessly to what he hoped to get out of today’s visit; activities he would specifically like to try, and rough ideas that he hoped Nanny could shape into something more concrete. They didn’t talk about what order things would happen in; it would be easier for Nanny to make everything seem fluid and natural if she could fit in some real surprises. The journey today was a little longer than usual, presumably because of the very rural traffic incident Nanny had mentioned earlier. Their conversation was finished before they actually arrived, and Lars found himself staring out of the window, trying to spot a familiar landmark and thinking about how things might have been. “I keep wondering about that girl,” he said slowly. “Penny, wasn’t it? She’ll probably be on the train again now, back to wherever she’s been staying. But I keep thinking about all the plans for today, which bits she might have enjoyed too. You know?” “Don’t you worry about her,” Nanny said firmly. “You and she have very different expectations from the day, and I promise you that she won’t be disappointed. You trust me to sort that out, don’t you?” Lars nodded, and then the crunch of gravel under the wheels told him that they had arrived, moments before the slalom between two mismatched pairs of medieval stone gateposts told him it was time to put all his worries to one side. “Don’t think too much,” Nanny said, somehow parking with her full attention on her passenger. “Just think about why we’re here. Little girls don’t need to see the big picture, they just get excited about the current activity, and maybe try to guess what might come next.” “So what is coming next?” Lars asked, while his anticipation grew almost strong enough to put other thoughts out of his mind. Nanny walked around the car and opened the door for him, like he imagined an old-school chauffeur might once have done. His shoes crunched on the gravel, and his smile only grew wider as he saw the farmhouse itself for the first time in a year. It was an old red-brick building, which had probably once been a working farm. It had been weathered by a century or more of damp southern weather, and a dozen different types of brick were visible as once-new extensions had been added over the years. This place was special. This place was safe, despite the absence of any visible security measures. It didn’t have an alarm, and there were window boxes filled with peonies and pansies, as well as a wide range of flowers Lars couldn’t name, rather than bars on the irregular windows. But isolation and distance were the only security a place like this really needed. A wooden bee painted in bright colours hung beside the front door. The bee was an old friend now. It had maybe faded in the sun a little more since he was last here, and it reminded him how much time had passed. But that was the last serious thought he would allow himself before a day full of the most wonderful experiences. “What’s first?” he asked again, realising that Nanny probably hadn’t heard his earlier question. He followed a couple of steps behind her as she led him to the heavy wooden door and put her key in the lock. “Well, I think we might start with a splish-splash bathtime,” Nanny said with a smile, and her words immediately conjured up images of the giant bathtub, filled with rubber ducks and more toys than most children would ever see in one place. “Let’s wash away all the worries of the world, yes? I’m sure Lyssa is eager to get cleaned up. You know how it is, right? Little girls have little accidents, and all their adult thoughts drain away. They just want to get clean again, and have fun splashing around in the bubbles. You’ll like that, won’t you?” A little nod was all the answer she needed. They only stopped briefly to take their shoes off in the little tiled entryway, and then they were hurrying past rooms filled with outsized high chairs, play mats, toys of every kind, and everything else an adult might need if they wanted to act and feel like a child again. There was a whole day to look forward to now, starting with splashing in the bathtub and blowing bubbles, and all that excitement left no space for any worries. Surrounded by such childish trappings, it would be a whole day of fun before the name Penny even crossed Lars’s mind again. -
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Interesting start, can't wait to read more
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