"Wipe your feet Edward Jones. If you must lurk about and gawk
at Miss Gwyn at least try not to break anything while you're here",
Sally Smith hissed. Filling up his head with many insults as possible
Edward restrained himself as to not further humiliate himself as his pride
was already decimated. Strolling around the fine tapestry's and antique
Victorian artwork, Edward heard the soft silky voice of Gwyn. "Golly! I
don't have to stay here." Edward said gleefully. "May as well go home if
theres no need for me here." Turning around Edward quietly creeped towards
the Eastern Entrance of the Manor, carefully no to be detected.
Edward heavy footed strolled back up towards the stables. Jumping the
wire and stone fence, Edward made his way towards his run down family
house, to be greeted by no one except his dog Biggles, a Saint Bernard.
Bending on his knees, Edward grabbed Biggles and was thrusted back by the
force of the big running dog."Home Sweet home isn't it Biggles", as Edward
scratched behind Biggles's ears. The house dark, gloomy and moldey was the
product of years of neglect. The house once reminiscent of the Manor he worked
for, was once the epicentre of all Social activities. The shutters rusted shut, the
walls covered in mould and the wooden Oak floors unrecognisable. Edward
entering his bedroom and slumped onto his bed. Shutting his eyes and clearing his
mind he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.......