The Chimney Sweep Arrives, Let the Troubles begin.....
Trica hadn't told me about the children's ages, I was expecting five year olds and here they were in their late teens. The boy answered the front door bell and called to his sister that, I, the chimney sweep, had arrived. She came running in clapping her hands and saying, "Oh, goody, goody." They plopped down onto the sofa to watch me, accidentally bumping into each other and then pushing each other away. They asked questions about why I was stuffing the flue area with newspapers and why I was... Sign in to see full entry.