I slice a scone in half, lightly crusted on the outside and breathing fragrant warmth from the inside. Slathering it with enough cream to support a respectable dairy industry and jam that smells of springtime and warm meadows, I bite in.
Wonderful…
“So how are you, Mrs Polevski? Is everything alright with the property?”
“Oh, it's lovely. Such a nice area to live.” She reaches forward, patting my hand with hers, veined and liver-spotted. “You're very generous letting me have it at the rent you charge.”
“We can't have our old folks living in substandard housing, now can we, Mrs Polevski? So, everything is as it should be? Maintenance? Fences repaired? Security alarm?”
“Well, let me see… There's a bit of a drip on the bathroom basin. The noise keeps me awake at night. And there's a leak
