So in August my wife was away from home; she’s in sales and was travelling to meet some potential new customers. It’s common for us to spend our summer weekends at my wife’s family home and normally the entire family goes along. For various reasons on that Friday evening when I pulled in to the gated gravel driveway it was only my mother-in-law’s car that greeted me.
I took my bag out of my car and put it in one of the rooms upstairs. It’s a beautiful old building with dark wood interiors and lush carpets. It’s fun to sleep in a different room on each visit and just stare at the detailed features – intricate moldings and ornate sconces and gorgeous furniture – and wonder at the amount of craftsmanship that went in to them. All the bedrooms lead out into the main hallway and I chose one at the far end.