A Few of My Favourite Things
The problem with me is that if I see something, I have to have it and I won’t rest until I do.
It’s gone through the roof lately though, ever since I inherited the house. The place is much bigger than I’d realised – I’d only seen the ground floor previously. God, it was a shock when the solicitor told me I’d been left it. I didn’t even know the old chap that well.
Suddenly I had all these rooms to fill. When I brought my things here from my little flat it was laughable really. Everything suddenly looked so small. So I went on a bit of a spree. I know I shouldn’t have done really but I badly needed a pick-me-up. It looks great now – something shining from nearly every surface. It’s all good stuff too, nothing under £200. That’s sort of a rule of mine.
People wonder how I can afford it. I don’t even work, so I can see why they’re baffled. I fill my days though. I’ve been doing voluntary work for a few years and it gives me a real glow inside, the kind that money can’t buy. I have a few regulars, all elderly people who can’t get out and about any more and don’t have any family around to help them. I do their shopping or take them out for a cup of tea. With the really crumbly ones, I just sit with them and have a chat or maybe read to them. You get to know them quite well and I think in the end some of them come to think of me as a daughter. I like that.
So I don’t see why I shouldn’t treat myself now and then. I’ve got so many lovely things but my absolute favourite is the peacock vase. I keep it by my bed so that it’s the first thing I see when I wake up. It makes me feel rich and glamorous to hold it, as though I’m living on Park Lane with a wardrobe full of furs. It was a wedding present. Not from my wedding, obviously, but the old girl at number 4’s so short-sighted these days I don’t think she’ll even notice.