Working in the garage converting it to the workshop, aware of a bloke shuffling around outside.
"Can I help you ?"
"Yes I'm on a nostalgia trip. Last time I was here was in the 1950's then in the 1960's when it was a derelict..called the Ghost House".
Silence my end
"Have you been here long?"
"Just over a year". More silence.
"You don't look pleased to see me".
"I'm not. We get hacked off with people just wandering up"
"But I'm on a nostalgia trip. The kitchen was there as I recall" pointing in a vague direction towards the house.
"I have no idea" I replied coldly.
"Well sorry to trouble you". Shuffles off.
What was he expecting ? A bloody guided tour? Tea and biscuits ?
Grrrr :evil:
"Can I help you ?"
"Yes I'm on a nostalgia trip. Last time I was here was in the 1950's then in the 1960's when it was a derelict..called the Ghost House".
Silence my end
"Have you been here long?"
"Just over a year". More silence.
"You don't look pleased to see me".
"I'm not. We get hacked off with people just wandering up"
"But I'm on a nostalgia trip. The kitchen was there as I recall" pointing in a vague direction towards the house.
"I have no idea" I replied coldly.
"Well sorry to trouble you". Shuffles off.
What was he expecting ? A bloody guided tour? Tea and biscuits ?
Grrrr :evil:

