NOT MY FIRST CHOICE

 

NOT MY FIRST CHOICE

 

It wasn’t my first choice but when Donna explained about the super-speed lift and the fact that it was going so cheap I didn’t need that much persuading.

I missed the animals of course, especially the sheep.  And the dogs.  As Donna agreed, it wouldn’t have been fair to take them away from the life they were used to and plant them in such an alien environment.  And the couple who took them over from us promised to look after them and seemed to know about the kind of things they  would appreciate.

It was difficult at first, so many people, all strangers, milling about the city.  Hard to get used to having to step out of people’s way all the time to avoid bumping into them.

Then the noise.  No birdsong, no friendly greetings from neighbours, no wind even, it seemed.  Just the relentless grinding sounds of the traffic.

Donna seemed  to adapt to our new lives surprisingly quickly,  think we’d get used to it. The convenience of shops and cinemas delighted her.    I knew I never would adapt.

Still we’d made our choice and were making good money.

So what should we have done when that solitary bee found its way inside our open window?

We took it  to the park of course and when it flew off to join the other bees we looked at each other.

Which is why, tomorrow, we’re visiting the estate agent.

Anne Hill

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