"I thought you liked the right kind of TV last night." She paused. "Okay. Let's move on to the music thing. Let me guess. Hip-hop." She smirked again....You need a magic marker to help you make a cardboard sign for the side of the road?"Laughing. "Okay, so what..." Look in the console."She opened the console and pulled out two CD's. "Uh ... if this is the wrong kind ... Alan, I miss this music." Are you looking at..." Bach. Brandenburg Concertos. Beethoven. Symphonies. Oh, god! Pastorale!". ”“Of course we will! I want to nip down to that butcher of theirs in the morning and get some of his breakfast sausages, they’re really very good.”“Mr. Waite? Yes, he’s brilliant; Sheila’s fallen on her feet having such a good butcher there, and there are some other good shops too. We always enjoy nipping over to see them.”The conversation changed to our plans to work at the vegetable factory; Sian’s parents thought it made a lot of sense to earn some cash and have a proper holiday before. Not a problemMe: But I have guilt. Let me help youAunty: hehe.. How?Me: Let me give a nice massageAunty: No need dearMe: You need it. Don’t denyAunty: Actually I have back ache. Hmm ok. But not now. Now let me prepare food for both and after that you can give me the massage ok.Me: Hmm okI spent hours with her in kitchen and made her laugh like anything. She was so happy to be with me. We finished the food and had it. She even cleaned the vessels and cameto bedroom at 2.00 PM.Aunty: Maddu. Make. The offer included a little over a 'cable' (220 meters, 720 feet) of almost unrestricted access to the Merrimack River. There had to be some use for that. The irony was that the land was once owned by the Gregg family. They held it during their lumber days, though the main house was older. Some parts, chimneys, foundation and front facade, were from native stone, likely quarried from the property.The rest was hand cut and hand shaped wood. The more utilitarian rooms, such as the kitchen and.