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[aid] => mick
[title] => Moving House.
[time] => 2005-08-04 05:52:36
[hometext] => This little story is dedicated to ConSue who I know is in the middle of moving house. Keep smiling ConSue.
[bodytext] => I had spent a whole month collecting large cardboard boxes. I was going to move to a new house where I could be nearer to the Fairies. A large house on the Heath had been up for sale for a long time and I went to the sales agents and enquired about the price. I was surprised, I could afford it with the sale of my house and my savings I could comfortably buy the new house and have some money left over in the bank. I had a large collection of cardboard boxes ready and started packing. First I cleared the attic it was surprising the amount of things I had dumped in the attic over the years old clothing, shoes, pieces of furniture and books. I had not been up in the attic for a long time. In one corner were all of my old toys. I started with these first they were all like new even my old teddy bear. These I placed in a couple of boxes and wrote on them for the Orphanage. The books I placed in other boxes and by the time I had finished there were six boxes of books. These were for the library if they wanted them. From a firm I had, had a container delivered all of the old furniture would go into the container and be taken to a charity shop that mended and resold the articles for cash. My old clothes that were hanging in the loft I placed in sacks these were for the Red Cross. It took me two days to clear the attic of all the accumulated bits and pieces that I no longer wanted. My last job was to sweep the attic floor so that the next owner would find it clean and tidy. The bedclothes and linen I placed in boxes and marked them so that I would have little difficulty to find things in the new house. The upstairs rooms I swept and dusted and then came the downstairs. All of my cutlery and my china I wrapped in newspaper and placed them in boxes ready for the removal firm. There was I am happy to say nothing in the cellar but the oil heating and a few pipes that led up into the upper floors for water and electricity. When I was ready I telephoned the removal firm who sent two lorries to take the furniture and boxes to the new house. I in the meantime went into town and registered my new address with the Authorities. After a drink in the coffee shop I went to the new house and waited for the removal vans to bring all my things from the old house to the new. The Fairies were delighted at the idea of my living so close to them and I had offers of help from the Leprechauns. They wanted to be in on any decorating that I might have to do in the new house. The Fairies could hardly wait until the removal men had moved all of my furniture into my new home. I only had to tell them where I wanted the furniture; the boxes they piled in the large entrance hall. I gave the men a good tip for the work they had done and as soon as the men drove off in their lorries the Little Folk invaded my house. I was surprised at how they all managed to empty boxes and put things away into the various cupboards. The China for the kitchen was put neatly away in the Old Dutch dresser that I had, had placed in the kitchen next to the dish washing machine. Soon most of the boxes were empty and I told them that we would finish things off in the morning. I was by now tired it had been a busy day and I had decided to stop overnight in a hotel. The next day as I opened my front door of the new house I heard singing and laughing coming from upstairs. I went up the stairs and to my delight and great surprise the Leprechauns had painted and wallpapered all of the upstairs rooms. The hallway had now been cleared of the cardboard boxes and in the back garden a bonfire was burning. All the old newspapers and cardboard boxes were burning away; around the fire I saw the little folk dancing and having a real good time. I telephoned the delicatessen shop and asked them to send me a few large cakes and any Parsley Wine they might have. I had decided to throw a party for the little folk. My Gramophone had been taken over by one of the Pixies and music was played in the lounge the television was showing a film about Peter Pan and Captain Hook the Fairies were enjoying the film immensely. A ring at the front door bell it was the delicatessen van delivering an assortment of sweet cakes and a large crate of Parsley wine. Soon the party was in full swing all were happy and enjoying themselves. Suddenly an unexpected guest arrived it was Her Royal Highness, Queen Feeana who had come to wish me a very happy life in this my new home. I thanked Her Majesty and bid her to take a seat and drink a glass of my Parsnip wine. I knew it was her favourite drink. An hour later Her Majesty told me that it was time for her to go back to her own home but before she left she gave me five pieces of Fairy gold I was to place it at each wall of the house and one piece in the attic. Living so near the Fairies own playground I could come under attack from a Witch or a Wizard or what is worse a Sorcerer could make my life a misery but with the magic gold guarding my new house I would be protected by Her Majesties great Magic Power. I have been living in my new house now for two years and I am regularly visited by the Fairy Folk. I feel quite safe I have Her Majesties Magic Gold to protect me. The Leprechauns who look on my house as if it was their own do any repairs that are needed. I have visits from Fairies from all over the world and there is never a dull moment. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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