Chapter 10: The day we hit the road
<p>Our house is never cleaner than when we’re about to go away. In our dash to get out the door, T wonders out aloud whether it’s really worth washing the floor.</p>
<p>“It’s disgusting,” I reply. “There’s Weetbix crusted on to it.” Everyone knows Weetbix is cement in edible form. “Besides, if we leave it really clean than the house sitter is obliged to have it equally as clean when we get back.” He can’t argue with my logic.</p>
<p>Having enjoyed an evening out last night — our final night of freedom — I’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>
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