Rimmington Hall

Old Rimmington Hall
Old Rimmington Hall
Excitement, cleaning, dusting, painting, polishing and rejuvenation; the dour corridors of Rimmington Hall were in turmoil – the young master was coming home. For the first time in four years the windows were open and music, in the form of a low, off-key humming could be heard from the ante-rooms and cloisters.

Joe Raggedy, the beaming butler who only a week before had been the rheumy, despondent, physically distant front gardener throbbed with disharmony. His rendition of “Sir John, The Huntsmen are Descending from the Moor” seemed to remain behind in rooms he’d vacated hours before.

He was happier than he could ever have imagined. With Thamesmead, the previous owner of the butling suit, holder of the master keyring, terror of the over-cooks and under-maids, disgraced in a superior plot that had taken a mere fifteen years to come to fruition, Raggedy was without peer.

Outside in the stables a movement beneath the hay in what used to be Lucky Lucifer III’s stall sent two mice scurrying for safety. Isis, the Siamese cat noted their direction and fell back to sleep.

“Mrs Catchmole! Mrs Catchmole?! When are Philip and Dilip coming to see to the chandeliers?”, Lady Rimmington, as beautiful as ever with her greying hair tucked beneath her father’s fourth-best rowing cap was bellowing down the communication tube to her cook and nanny.

“Bless me Ma’am, but they’ve been here these last two hours past. They’ve uncankered the young master’s bedroom, so I was treating them to tea and dripping. They’ll be into the ballroom within the quarter hour”, replied Mrs Catchmole with abrupt good humour.

“Wonderful Mrs Catchmole, I shall be down to see them myself once I have delivered the young master’s fresh clothing to his uncankered rooms.”

“Lawks Ma’am, but can’t Millie do that? That’s not a chore for the likes of the aristocracy!” Mrs Catchmole sat heavily on her old oak stool, overcome by the thought of the way the world was changing.

“Mrs Catchmole, we all have to pitch in during these new and frightening changes. The Great War ail bring many difficulties during its course, we must all pitch in, you know.”

And they would.

The young master especially.

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