There are sometimes when I feel that work never stops, or at least, that is how it seems for me. Not that I mind the list I'm given most days, I enjoy being busy unlike some... Which is possibly why I get the list? Hmm... an interesting thought.
Today was no different, I'd just washed up from sorting out the tools. The roof had taken longer than we'd thought to replace. Thankfully the weather had been kind and worked had gotten done... well until someone rides a pony over it once more.
Master Halson pointed me to the wood pile and handed me a key.
"Take a good load ter the locked room and sort the fire out lad, we needs ter get that room aired"
I must have looked a right fool, as I stood there blinking at the key, mouth opened slightly.
"But"
I think was all I could managed, he laughed at me and pushed me to get moving.
"Aye, she's coming home. Now get moving"
With that, my feet found there own way and the door was opened. Standing there looking in, I couldn't help but smile. Soon this room would echo with laughter and music once more, soon the windows would be wide to catch the autumn breezes or closed against the chill of winter.
The chance to sit by the fire downstairs and listen as delicate fingers strum a harp would soon be real once more.
She was coming home!
