I had that sunken feeling when the car broke down. Of all places it was not that far from my destination, my Aunt Mary.
Aunt Mary was what we in the family referred to as eccentric. She had strange ideas about a lot of things but mostly it was her insistence that she only grew carrots in her front garden. Inside the boundary fence and either side of the front path, there grew carrots as far as you could see.
It encouraged the rabbits she once told me and they were a source of food to her. Every meal she made you had rabbit of some sort mixed into it.
Right now the problem was to get help with the car and as night was approaching there was limited daylight to work in.
There was a mist rolling in and through it, I could see Smith’s Castle looming above me. Smith’s Castle was impressive. Large and foreboding.
It had been called Smith’s Castle since 1456 when the village smithy’s invaded the castle and carried off the aristocratic Fortesque-Smyths and claimed the castle for themselves.
I found the front door and with a sense of trepidation rang the doorbell feeling a bit like Brad and Janet in Rocky Horror.
The door creaked open and a small balding man in a dinner suit stood there. “You rang?”
I explained my predicament and he watched me with eyes that suggested not a lot of what I was saying was getting through to him.
“I’ll get the mistress, wait here’” he said.
I could hear the creaking of opening and closing doors, whispered voices and the patter of tiny feet.
I suddenly had the feeling I was in the wrong place. Small faces appeared around the door, there was a fanfare and the door swung open to reveal the most beautiful woman.
“I love an entrance,” she said looking me up and down. Behind her, the small faces peered at me from behind her skirts.
“May I use your phone? I’ve broken down,” I asked.
“Of course, and then we’d love to have you for dinner,” she announced before spinning round and swanning off.
I then understood the line: “You can check out any time you like but you can never…….”
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