Not While Not Working

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Days clicked by.  Not much happened in the world of whilenotworking except for work, which once again crept outside of its 2-day-a-week boundary and made a lie of the whole while-not-working thing.

We were at the pointy end of house sitting, the bit where everything gets cleaned and polished and put back in place ready for owners' return.  There were sheets to wash, gardens to weed, and endless magnolia blossoms to sweep. Necessary groceries had to be procured for jet lagged owners, along with not so necessary but nice-anyway boxes of chocolate.

In the middle of it all the not not-working the shower stopped draining and I locked myself out of the house and had to persuade a locksmith that I really truly did have the right to enter a house in which I couldn't prove I lived.  "If you're willing to go into a house with that," said the locksmith, listening to Big Fluffy doing his best and boldest bark on the other side of the door, "I'm willing to let you in."  Thank goodness for that, I was getting cold waiting outside in the rain.

Roger's work got all excited too, lobbing projects that required attention just when we had concluded that he could attend to all the cleaning and polishing instead.  Goodness knows how we ever managed to work full time and get anything else done.

Of course it rained, South Australia's version of a downpour no less,  which gave me a good excuse not to sweep the back patio given as half of it was wet and the rest was full of dog.

Everything finally fitted in the car, Big Fluff was overjoyed to discover that his owners hadn't gone forever, and in no time at all there I was in the Adelaide Airport Motel, watching a cockatoo chase pigeons on the opposite balcony and starting the count down to our very own adventure rather than looking after pets while someone else did the adventuring.  

Bully.

Who's a pretty bird then?

 
Home for a couple of nights.

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