A for sale sign had a tilt on it

and glue of the “ SOLD" chevron

had long given up the ghost,

permitting it to take off in the wind.


It might have made it to the stream

near-by, could be attached to the side

of a boat in Audley Cove by now or

floating face down, under, under offer.


Grass had grown up to the window

sills, the flap of the letterbox was open,

it looked as though it was about to

throw-up its un-masticated missives.


The thumb button of the door bell

was removed and a sock wrapped

round the knocker was worse for

wear, toe holes needing darning.


Lace curtains, supposedly the

sign of mad women may have

been already there when he

bought the house 10 years, it were.


Crows had taken advantage of the

two *** house and no doubt the well

fertilised gutters could be attributed

to their droppings, on both sides.


Redundant down pipes invited ivy

which encroached, and like a pair

of alter boys doing the rounds up the

gable it went meeting at the apex.


Last seasons apples had regular

visits from Thrushes Blackbirds and

Magpies, the Squirrels looked on

curiously at my observation in still.


Massey red Fergusson had a

Robin on the bonnet where flying

ladies pose, the + & — battery

cables were dangling deciduously.


Attempts to slip my envelope under the

door was blocked by a home made snake

but the top pane of a 9 x 9 sash was a

convenient cat flap, so I air mailed.


One last attempt availed of nothing, hello

hello is anybody home must have been a

common occurrence or why else would a

sign inside of the glass read  FFO KCUF.