Claude Monet The Bridge at Argenteuil

Claude Monet The Bridge at ArgenteuilClaude Monet Spring 1880Claude Monet Snow at Argenteuil
I mean, I've nothing against Mrs Cake, a lovely woman, one of the best. . . but. . . well. . . you must have noticed . . .'
'Noticed what?'
'Well. . . she's not very . . . you know . . . choosy.'
'Sorry. I'm still not with you.'
'You must lady, if you know what I mean.'
'Not really. Mr Shoe even tried to help me upstairs with my stuff. Mind you, I had to help him upstairs with his arms afterwards. Bits fall off him all the time, poor soul.'
'But they're not really . . . our kind of people,' said Carrot wretchedly. 'Don't have seen some of the other guests? I mean, doesn't Reg Shoe still have lodgings there?''Oh, said Angua, 'you mean the zombie.''And there's a banshee in the attic.''Mr Ixolite. Yes.''And there's old Mrs Drull.''The ghoul. But she's retired. She does children's party catering now.''I mean, doesn't it strike you the place is a bit odd?''But the rates are reasonable and the beds are clean.''I shouldn't think anyone ever sleeps in them.''All right! I had to take what I could get !''Sorry. I know how it is. I was like that myself when I first arrived here. But my advice is to move out as soon as it's polite and find somewhere . . . well . . . more suitable for a young