A Short Stay in Switzerland Page #5

me to pull myself together.

Really should.

It's low maintenance.

All on one level, obviously.

No stairs to fall down.

I'll ignore that cheap remark.

Really warm,

not in the least bit drafty.

It does have potential.

Am I in the company

of two estate agents?

We're trying our best.

I do appreciate that.

You will make it bearable.

Here is where I have to manage,

then so be it.

We can bring things from home.

Yes, we can.

We'll be absolutely fine.

Edward, the garden. We'll have a

look, see what we can do with that.

It's the garden I'll

miss most about the house.

Me, who couldn't grow a daisy!

Cheer up, Edward,

you can do anything with a garden.

Come spring, who knows?

Might be thriving.

We'll need to make up a

rota - who stays when.

No, I don't

think that's going to work.

Look. What?

Look at her.

She doesn't want to live here.

She doesn't want to live.

Well, I want her to.

And so do you.

And we will help her.

Mrs Turner,

are you not frozen in that garden?

The year's turning quickly.

Come inside to the heat.

We're a right pair, Flora.

You really shouldn't go outside.

I know that, you know, but it's a

waste of breath telling you.

Yes, it is, I'm afraid.

Are you still going

to the coffee shop?

Clare has insisted.

I daren't cross her.

Here we go. Coffee looks dreadful.

Don't let me eat any of that cake.

Why did you buy it? Temptation.

I must resist. I must be good.

Oh, such willpower!

Share it. Oh, I daren't,

putting in weight as it is.

You must get back

on the tennis courts.

Shall I use this as a racket?

Really, Clare, my tennis days

are over. You needn't tell me.

I'm now partnered with

that dreadful Mrs Phelps.

You know, I pointed her out to you

one day - very tall woman,

voice like a parrot.

Vaguely resembles the

Duke of Edinburgh, yes.

Perfect! Slightly more hair.

Oh, God, Anne! What's going on?

And you can stop staring.

It's none of your bloody business.

Want to go home. Get me home.

Yes, of course, go home.

Just stay there.

Shall I give you a

hand into the house?

You do and I'll wallop

you with this stick.

That's the spirit! Mrs Savery.

You can lean on me if you like.

Thank you.

Sophie rang. She's coming down.

No, not today.

Not today, no.

Right, well, that's me

done and dusted.

Yes, I've left the money.

Collected, thank you.

Are you sure you have everything?

The medication - you

know exactly how much?

Thank you, Mrs Savery.

Shall I phone Sophie? No.

Thank you.

So I won't. Till tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow.

Damn! That article's useful.

Import...

I'm not a doctor any more.

I can't practise any more.

It's gone.

What is to become of us, Flora?

No more cat food, eh?

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