|I wonder if she'll rent a room to me with my new|
Two unsuitable tenants get rejected--they boil down to a foxy-faced (is that his fault?) beer-drinker who wants to cook in the kitchen and a bosom-y (is that her fault?) high-heeled gal who would like if her boyfriend/fiance' could visit sometimes...that's the whole problem of being a live-in landlord. When Dr. van der Stevejinck was in college, we lived in a house that came with a basement apartment. It was great to have help with the mortgage...but it also meant screening potential tenants - something I absolutely loathe doing. Being a 'landlady' is not one of my exploitable skills.
Gerard has two sisters living in New Zealand and a brother in Canada. I'm visualizing large enclaves made up entirely of the relatives of RDDs. Can anyone tell me if there is a 'little Holland' or 'Hollandtown' in either of those countries?
|I'm not generally a fan of long-haired men...but |
there's always an exception to the rule.
Nanny tells Julia about Gerard and that he found time to 'backpack' around the world!!! And he spent his vacations taking care of 'them poor starving children in Africa'. I'm totally impressed...It makes him seem much less stuffed shirt-ish than the typical RDD. I'm now going to try and visualize long shaggy hair and a beard on a RDD...thank you LOTR for making this entirely enjoyable.
Towards the end of the book, when the fire is blazing away at the manor house, the ladies with children are rescued first, then the married ladies and finally the older single local woman, and Julia (alone and not from there) is last of all...It's times like this I'm grateful to be a married lady - I didn't realize there was a pecking order to being saved from a burning building. Maybe it has something to do with the affinity Brits have with queueing.