Chapter 10: The day we hit the road

<p>Our house is never cleaner than when we&rsquo;re about to go away. In our dash to get out the door, T wonders out aloud whether it&rsquo;s really worth washing the floor.</p> <p>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s disgusting,&rdquo; I reply. &ldquo;There&rsquo;s Weetbix crusted on to it.&rdquo; Everyone knows Weetbix is cement in edible form. &ldquo;Besides, if we leave it really clean than the house sitter is obliged to have it equally as clean when we get back.&rdquo; He can&rsquo;t argue with my logic.</p> <p>Having enjoyed an evening out last night &mdash; our final night of freedom &mdash; I&rsquo;m lamenting the extra glass of champagne I had at the Christmas party. But it works itself out as I clean and finally put away things that have accumulated on our bench top over several months.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@scraze88/chapter-10-the-day-we-hit-the-road-586d487ef313"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>
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