“How shall I put it?” She reached down and produced the cactus. “Unconventional.”

I supposed she had a point.

Jules’s eyes lit up. “I used to love going to visit and not just because Aunt Lillian was so much fun. Did I ever tell you about Jason? One of Little Leatherington’s local boys?”

I shrugged. Being honest, I couldn’t remember one way or the other.

“Good-looking, had a bit of a reputation, you know the type. He certainly got my hormones going.” She came over all dreamy. “I wonder what ever happened to him?” She shook herself back into the room. “I thought maybe I’d find out at the funeral. But thanks to this,” Jules nodded to her plaster cast, “it’s not like I got the chance.”

“I’m sure you’ll find out once you’re on your feet and running again.”

“That’s the problem. We could do with getting things sorted sooner rather than later. We haven’t a clue what to do with the place long term and thought we might get a tenant in while we decide. The local letting agent said Little Leatherington’s a popular village and there are so few rentals available. Once the house is empty and has had a bit of a tidy up, he could easily find someone to move in. Even as early as the new year.” She took a sip of her drink. “I just wish we knew someone who’d step in to help.” She turned her gaze on me. “You know? Make the trip north for us? So we don’t have to leave the property just sitting there.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Someone Harry and I can trust.”