Highgrove
A true story
I have been really busy today. I have been doing my usual Monday housework. I start
at the top of the house and work my way downstairs. I clean the kitchen last as it one of the rooms I love to clean. I know that most people hate to clean bathrooms and kitchens because they are the dirtiest, but not me, I love cleaning them. I have a great sense of satisfaction when the house is all clean again.
I cannot clean all of the house in one day, so I do some of the rooms one week and the rest of the rooms the following week. I also have to polish the silverware and there is a lot of it. The silverware is very old and very expensive and takes a long time to polish. I have to be very careful with all of the ornaments too as they are also very old and valuable and I would be very upset if I broke any of them.
The house is very big and is over 400 years old. It has a name, it is called HIGHGROVE. It can be chilly in the winter but the two large fireplaces are very cosy to sit by on long cold nights, especially if you have a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. There are many old oil paintings on the walls and the ceilings are very high which casts lots of shadows when it is a dark day. Some people may find this house very scary, but not me.
I should point out that HIGHGROVE is not my house although I always wish it were. I work there every Monday because my job you see is cleaning other people’s houses.