Trisha Ashley - Twelve Days of Christmas

‘Great, I thought I was going to have to walk back,’ she said, turning round to pat Merlin, who was on the back seat.

‘We both might, if the car won’t go up the lane — it’s pretty icy. What were you doing down here?’

‘Granny made about three million rock cakes and they weren’t very nice, so I volunteered to bring some for Old Nan and Richard, just to try and get rid of them quicker. Your soup was good, though.’

I got back up the hill by the skin of my teeth and dropped her at the lodge, but I didn’t go in because it was quickly getting dark and even colder by then, and I wanted to bring Lady and Billy in.

I should have left a light on in the porch: it was slightly eerie and silent when I got out of the car, just the scrunch of my boots on the drive and the sudden high-pitched yelp of a fox not far away, which Merlin took with matter-of-fact disinterestedness.

It’s odd, growing up in Merchester, I’d had this idea of the countryside as a quiet place, but in its way it’s usually just as noisy as the city: foxes scream, hedgehogs grunt, sheep baa, cows moo, birds sing, rooks caw, tractors roar. . it’s a cacophony! A cacophony interspersed with moments of deep silence. This was one of them.

I was glad to get inside and switch on the lights in the sitting room, where the embers of the fire only needed a log or two to spring back into life.

When I checked the phone, I seemed to have missed a call from Jude. What a pity!

I spoke too soon, because when I came back in from the stables he rang again before I could even get my freezing hands around a hot mug. (I’d been tempted to plunge them into Lady’s warm mash!)

‘You weren’t in earlier,’ he said accusingly. ‘I tried to ring you two or three times.’

‘No, I am actually allowed to leave the premises occasionally for a couple of hours under the terms of the Homebodies contract,’ I said. ‘I’m sure I told you that I was going to the village to do some shopping — and I called in on your aunt and uncle and everything seemed fine. I got them a couple of things they needed from the village, too.’

‘Oh? Is that little service going on the bill, too?’ he said nastily. ‘And I rang much earlier too and you weren’t there then, either, so—’

‘This was much earlier. I came back ages ago and then went straight out to bring Billy and Lady in and do her warm mash. They are both absolutely fine too — I rang Becca this morning to ask her if it was too cold to put them in the paddock and she said it wasn’t. So in fact, the only creature around here that isn’t fine is me, because I’m tired, freezing cold and hungry,’ I added pointedly.

‘Well, sorry for disturbing you!’

‘That’s all right, I have had one or two previous clients who were so neurotic about their pets they called every day. Did you have any particular reason for ringing this time?’

‘No, it’s simply that the novelty of having my employees insult me hasn’t worn off yet.’

‘I am not actually your employee,’ I pointed out. ‘I work for Homebodies. And I return the compliment: my clients tend to praise me rather than insult my integrity.’

I think we might have been neck-and-neck with slamming the phone down that time.

I read a bit more of Gran’s journal over breakfast. Now that she seemed to be embarking on a clandestine romance with Ned Martland, I was even more tempted to skip forward and discover what went wrong, but restrained myself.

I did wish she wouldn’t keep going off into long-winded soliloquies about the state of her conscience and what she thought God’s purpose for her was between entries, though.

I kept thinking about her while I did my chores and then took Merlin for a little run, so I called Laura to talk it over when I had gone far enough up the hill to get a good signal.

‘How are you feeling?’ she asked me.

‘Me?’ I said, surprised. ‘Oh, I’m fine, except there is so much to do here. Laura, you know those old journals of Granny’s?’

‘Mmm, you said you were reading a bit every night and were beginning to suspect that one of the Martlands might have been your Gran’s lost love — see, I’m keeping up with the plot,’ she said encouragingly.

‘Yes, that’s Edward — Ned — Noël Martland’s younger brother and I’m positive he’s the N.M. she’s nursing back to health in her journal. She seems to be slowly falling for him and they’re having clandestine meetings!’

‘Well, you already knew she loved him. I wonder what went wrong?’

‘I don’t know, I just hope he didn’t break her heart, because he sounds a bit of a rake. I expect I’ll find out a bit more about him over Christmas. .’ I began, but then there was a crash and a wailing noise at her end as one of the children had some minor disaster and she had to ring off quickly.

At least everything is now more or less in hand for Christmas Day. I’ve taken the fine ham the Chirks left behind out of the freezer and put it in the fridge to defrost slowly, the menu is planned, the cake awaits its marzipan and icing and I have the wherewithal to bake endless mince pies.

But I went quite mad and cleaned through the rest of the house, too — or at least everything that wasn’t locked up. Having set my course, there seemed no point in being half-hearted about things just because Jude Martland was so objectionable, and anyway, the clean bits made the rest of it look so much worse. .

The slightly musty, dusty scent of neglect has given way to the homelier ones of wood fires, beeswax and lavender polish, baking and fresh coffee.

While I was working away I’d been keeping an eye on the weather, for outside large slow flakes of snow were stealthily falling. I saw George snowplough up the drive and turn down again, but this time he was alone. If he gets paid by the council for every trip, I suspect I’ll see a lot of him!

By early afternoon the snow was even thicker and showed no sign of letting up, so I decided to bring Lady and Billy in early, then took off Lady’s rug and rather inexpertly groomed her. She seemed to enjoy this, though Billy was a nuisance as always, forever butting me in the legs and nibbling the hems of my jeans.

I’d almost finished and was just putting Lady’s rug back on, when Jess made one of her silent appearances: I think she must practise them.

‘Don’t stand there in the snow, come in,’ I invited, so she did, with a cautious eye on Lady and then sidled gingerly past Billy.

I think actually she’s afraid of horses and has invented an allergy to conceal it, because she never sneezes or shows any other symptoms.

‘To what do I owe the honour of this visit?’ I asked, but then looked up and saw her pale, anxious face. ‘What is it? Is something wrong?’

‘Grandpa asked me to walk up and tell you that Granny had a little fall in the kitchen last night.’

I stopped fastening the strap of the rug and turned to stare at her. ‘Is she hurt?’

Her lower lip wobbled slightly. ‘She bumped her head and knocked herself out, and we weren’t sure if she’d broken anything, so we didn’t like to move her. I had to ring for an ambulance.’

‘Oh, poor Tilda — and poor Jess, too,’ I said, giving her a hug. ‘But why didn’t you ring me?’

‘It all happened so fast! Granny had come round a bit by the time the ambulance arrived, but they insisted on taking her to hospital for X-rays and a checkup, so Grandpa and I went too.’

‘So, is she still there?’

‘No, she refused to stay even though they wanted to keep her in overnight for observation and we came back in a taxi about two this morning. It only just managed to get up the hill!’

‘Wow, you have been having a time of it! I only wish I’d known.’

‘Grandpa didn’t want to bother you, but if they had kept her in hospital he was going to ring and ask you if I could move up here for a bit.’

‘Of course you could, that wouldn’t have been a problem. How is your granny this morning?’

‘Still in bed and Grandpa’s trying to persuade her to stay there. I think she’s a bit shaken up and bruised and she’s probably going to have a black eye, too. I made us all some toast for breakfast. . and we don’t seem to have got round to lunch,’ she said, and then added hopefully, ‘I washed the soup Thermos out and brought it back.’

‘Good thinking — some nice, hot soup will do them both good.’ I gave her another hug and then finished fastening Lady’s rug. ‘You know, they’re really not up to looking after themselves any more, are they? It’s a pity their housekeeper had to go away just now, though I’m sure the poor woman is entitled to take Christmas off.’

‘She always has the same two weeks, while Granny and Grandpa are happy to move up here for Christmas and New Year and me and Mum and Dad are usually here, too.’ She paused and swallowed hard, tears not far away again. ‘Grandpa said, just think how awful it would have been if Granny’d been cooking and holding something hot when she fell.’

‘God, yes, he’s right — it could have been so much worse!’

Jude Martland, you’ve got a lot to answer for! I thought — swanning off and leaving everyone to cope alone, when he must have seen how frail his elderly relatives were getting.