Our invisible house
Shortly before Christmas, for reasons he has yet to share, Hubby decided to view our house through Google. He keyed in our street address and there it was . . . or was it?
The clear view of our neighbour to the east was the only indication that we were on the right street, but our house seemed to have borrowed one of those invisibility cloaks from the USS Enterprise. I know it’s actually there because I’m sitting in the kitchen right now and if those flying monkeys or a murder of crows had spirited it off to Kansas . . . contd.
