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A Fairy Attic.

At the top of my stairs leading to the bedrooms and upper bathroom there is a door well hidden that goes up in to my attic. Over the years I have put everything up there that might come in useful at one time or another. All of my child’s playthings are in the attic stored in boxes, as are old children’s clothes and even the clothes of my parents and grandparents. Many boxes have the contents written on them others one must open to see what is in them. Five boxes are filled with very old books. Twice a year I go up and run the Hoover over the attic and at the same time get rid of the cobwebs.

The attic door is really a panel of wood. One must know where to press the wood to get the door to open. My grandfather who was a carpenter built the door and steps to the attic just after the war. He made such a good job of the door that for years no one realised that there was an attic in the house. Apart from cleaning the attic twice a year no one went up there. That is no one until the fairies followed me after our first meeting in the woods.

I invited them to come and spend the day with me. I suppose I wanted to show them that we too have magic in the form of television or even the telephone. They came early and stayed until the light of day was long gone. I offered to put them up in the upper bedrooms. I myself slept down stairs the upper part of the house was hardly ever used. A cleaning woman came in twice a week and looked after the house. I had, had no visitors to my house in years only the postman and the milkman ever visited or knocked on the front door. I did my own shopping in the town and was known by one and all as the strange man from up the road.

In no time at all the Fairies had not only discovered the attic but were happily playing with my old toys. My old electric train set became very popular and I went into town and bought some more tracks so that the trains could run all around the attics. The top of the house was huge and there were four large attic rooms. The Fairies took it over soon there were no toys left in the boxes. Teddy bears of which there were four were placed in the middle of the rooms. Toy cars raced against each other even my old farmyard with its animals was now part of the landscape for the trains that ran around the attic.

I now broke down lumps of coal and ran a water pipe up in to the attic I forgot to mention that two of the engines were steam engines and were fired with coal. Smoke came out of the chimneys of the locomotives and steam from the pistons that drove the wheels. I was surprised at how the Fairies kept the attics so clean until I realised they used their magic wands. One of my old teddy bears had aver the years lost one eye in the town I bought a replacement eye for him and sewed it on. I now had a teddy with two eyes and he looked real cuddly.

The Fairies took over my life entirely; I went into town a little more as I now needed more groceries to feed my guests. I covered the attic floors with carpets and even put in a central heating for the little folk so that they can play the whole year round if the want to. At this time I did not know that all Fairies and butterflies go to some huge caves in the winter months; under the Himalayan Mountains between China and Tibet. But that is another story that I have already told in the past.

One day Her Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies came to see my attic. The Fairies had told her so much about my old railway trains and the other toys that she had to come and see them for herself. Before she left Her Majesty sprinkled the whole of my house and garden with magic dust. This was to help keep safe all that entered into my property be it Fairies or other creatures. I now have many different birds coming to my garden. In the winter I place seeds and corns for them to eat also from the butchers I buy a large piece of suet to cut up and hang on my trees and bushes so that the birds get the fat that they so badly need in the winter months.

The Fairies have lost all shy of me and now bring their friends with them. Leprechauns often visit me and many a story is told over a sweet hot cup of tea. Leprechauns love a cup of tea it seems to loosen their tongues and some of their tales are very interesting but I often wonder if they are true or not. Pixies come to the house, as do the Imps and many others of the little folk. Since my house and garden has been dusted with magic dust it has become a regular meeting place. All are welcome and many stay for a week or two.

Last week a storm blew off some tiles from my roof and let the rain into my attic. I phoned the men that repair roofs but all were too busy there was so much damage done. I hastily covered the attic with sheets of plastic to stop the old toys and the carpets from getting wet. This of course means that no one could play in the attic. It was then that I learned of the Fairies generosity and helpfulness. A message was sent to the Leprechauns and in no time there was three Leprechauns on my roof doing repairs.

I made plenty of hot sweet tea and for the workers and the roof was finished in no time. I phoned the local store and ordered ice cream for my guests and workers. A man with a red shiny nose delivered the ice cream. He wanted to know why I wanted so much. I told him that I was holding a party for some local children. This answer seemed to satisfy him and after paying him for the ice cream he left. We all had one glorious party it was held up in my attic after I had cleared away all the sheets of plastic.

The Leprechauns that had done the repairs told me that it was time for a new roof to be built to replace the old one. In the summer we will come and do the work for you. I ordered the new slates for the roof from a local building store and the following summer twenty Leprechauns stripped my old roof and in twelve hours a new roof was on my old house. I gave each of the Leprechauns a golden coin for their help. I was not worried about a storm any more I had seen the Leprechauns building the new roof and it was fixed in such a way that not even the strongest wind could blow a slate off of the roof.