Purple Prose

AdrianC

thriftytracey said:

"the sounds of birdsong can be heard all around."

Pigeons are nesting just outside the window.

NameUnavailable

"The kitchen has fitted cupboards and worktop with space for the usual appliances and is the perfect place to whip up your favourite meal" - no I prefer to cook in the bathroom!

Doozergirl

thriftytracey said:

PLUS, wait for it ....

"Fairy Cross also has two unique structures which stand proud on each side of the Atlantic Highway. They are, perhaps, the most ornate bus stops in the whole UK?"

I can't wait to see what you do with this one @Ditzy_Mitzy 😉

pinkteapot

thriftytracey said:

AdrianC said:

A skylight isn't a window?

Yes I guess so but quite difficult to open or look out.  Not keen on barn conversions for this reason where the upper floor tend to have skylights.

Every previous house I've had has had frosted glass in the bathroom so you can't look out anyway. We now have a Velux and I love laying in the bath and watching the sky. 

I can understand the reluctance with bedrooms (though if the ceiling is sloped enough the velux may be at a height where you can look out of it) but it wouldn't worry me in a bathroom. 

And even high up Veluxes that are out of reach can be opened easily - we have a pole to pull it down. 

hedgewitchery

thriftytracey said:

PLUS, wait for it ....

"Fairy Cross also has two unique structures which stand proud on each side of the Atlantic Highway. They are, perhaps, the most ornate bus stops in the whole UK?"

To be fair, they are pretty fancy... https://thebeautyoftransport.com/2017/06/14/marvellous-modern-shelters-cross-houses-and-fairy-cross-bus-shelters-uk/

Ditzy_Mitzy

All right, as @Doozergirl asked so nicely 


'Fairy Cross also has two unique structures which stand proud on each side of the Atlantic Highway. They are, perhaps, the most ornate bus stops in the whole UK', said Clive.  He spoke without his usual authority, causing Diane to wonder what was up.  Him saying 'Atlantic Highway' bothered her, he would normally use the more sensible and stoic moniker 'A39'.  He was preparing to tell her something important, she realised.  She waited, regarding him in the gentle light of evening.  His face, usually ruddy, was pale and his blue eyes seemed guarded below their thick, grey, unruly eyebrows.  His scalp and the tips of his ears glowed rosy red.  Clive reached into the pocket of his green anorak and took out a small velvet box.  He cleared his throat.
'Diane, will you make me the happiest man'.  Clive stopped speaking and dropped his gaze to the pavement, suddenly distraught.  Diane didn't know why.  From behind she heard the rumble of a heavy engine, followed by the harsh hiss of airbrakes.  
'The bus is here, Clive', Diane said 'That ought to cheer you up' 
Clive said nothing.  A discreet cough came from somewhere behind Diane's shoulder.  She turned.  Another man was standing there, bathed in the rays of the dipping sun.  He was tall and dark, his eyes diesel black and his hair the rich brown of dashboard veneer.  
'Peter', she blurted out 'fancy seeing you here' 
'Diane, I've got something to tell you', Peter replied 'I've been crazy about you ever since I first saw you across that crowded transport café just outside Kettering.  I found out who you were and I tracked you down.  I even sat through those interminable club meetings just to be near you.  Don't waste your time with Clive.'
'You mean', Diane said, shocked 'You don't like the club?'
'The British Bus Stop Association?  No!  I like you.'
'But', she replied 'You know so much about roads and engines and driving time regulations.  You once told me that you thought a bus pulled up too sharply at that stop in Crewe we went to visit.  Were those all lies?'
'None of them', said Peter 'Angel, passenger transport is my bag.  Just look at the ensemble'.  She did: chain loafers, blue trousers, white shirt, red nylon tie, aviator sunglasses and a blue waistcoat with a packet of Embassy Filter peeking from the pocket.  She glanced up.  Parked diagonally across the A39, hazard lights on, was a double decker six-wheeled motor coach.  The coach was white with blue and green stripes, and had the words 'Southwest Starlines' emblazoned on the sides and front.  
'You're a coach driver?', asked Diane
'Of course I'm a coach driver.  The open road, the commentary, being pestered to put videos on, pressing on into the night to make the first boat from Calais.  It's a way of life.  I stop for neither man nor bus stop.  Bus stops are for the milk livered, coach parks are where you find the brave knights of the road.  Come with me Diane.  I've got to be in Salisbury by midnight for tomorrow we go to Stonehenge.  With a load of pensioners.'  

Diane looked from Peter to Clive and then back to Peter.  'Yes', she said simply. 

Clive raised his head, not quite meeting Peter's gaze.  'Is that a 1984 Neoplan Skyliner?'

'She is, with two televisions and a hot drinks machine.  Follow me, Diane.  You can have the fold down passenger's seat.'  

Annabee

Brilliant! But what happened to Dave and Shanice? 

AdrianC

Annabee said:

Brilliant! But what happened to Dave and Shanice? 

They're... busy.

Mitz - are you sure you aren't Barbara Cartland?

Doozergirl

@Ditzy_Mitzy. You are amazing!! 😂😂😂😂

My favourite posts in 16 years!  🤣🤣

🍆 

phoebe1989seb

@Ditzy_Mitzy - that's hilarious, love it 😂😂😂

You're not the novelist (initials JS) who bought my last house, by any chance???