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Mellors eyes the still-empty shell of the hut. It's almost done and, if the weather holds mild like it's been doing for the past weeks, soon they will be able to move in.
Home, together...
Some furniture will come from the cottage, then there are the pieces the Blouseman said he has in storage back in his world. Mellors himself can make anything else they might need, working on the pheasant pens has given him enough skill as a carpenter.
They have everything they need.. each other, a home, the kittens and the woods to look over them.
But... if he had money, the kind of money Sir Clifford has and his Gamekeeper can only imagine, what he would get for the house would be the finest, sturdy mattress made of sheep wool, and a comforter filled with the best, lightest, warmest goose down.
They would spend the nights curled into each other, warm and comfortable, looking up at the stars through the window in the roof. But they will do it anyway, even on a simple, common straw mattress, and they'll be as warm and happy.
Home, together...
Some furniture will come from the cottage, then there are the pieces the Blouseman said he has in storage back in his world. Mellors himself can make anything else they might need, working on the pheasant pens has given him enough skill as a carpenter.
They have everything they need.. each other, a home, the kittens and the woods to look over them.
But... if he had money, the kind of money Sir Clifford has and his Gamekeeper can only imagine, what he would get for the house would be the finest, sturdy mattress made of sheep wool, and a comforter filled with the best, lightest, warmest goose down.
They would spend the nights curled into each other, warm and comfortable, looking up at the stars through the window in the roof. But they will do it anyway, even on a simple, common straw mattress, and they'll be as warm and happy.
