That damn fool Jeremiah. Born with half a brain and lost the little he had in the tavern. He burnt that cottage down. A perfectly good cottage it was and with her out of the way I knew that I’d have been able to talk my way into taking over the tenancy. It had a good acreage of land at the back that I could’ve kept a few goats and some chickens on. Since my Joseph passed away times have been hard and I’ve barely had enough to keep body and soul together.
I could have seen out my days in that cottage rather than spending them living amongst my oldest’s family and his wife. I never could stand her. Thinks she knows best but she knows nothing.
