Landing by sea, one stares up...and up, and up. The sign over the basket reads "Out of Order." I was working up a thirst just thinking of how to reach my destination.
Inside is a cozy wood-panelled room, filled with comfortable chairs and steaming teapots.
It's almost enough to make me switch from whisky to tea...almost.
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Sniff! My old homestead! It's soooo... CLEAN! GASP!
We could ask if the dear lady would be willing to make the room untidy - model ships in various stages of construction, books piled high and teetering precariously on a table, clothes needing mending thrown carelessly in a corner, that sort of thing - for old times' sake.
Or you could hire a cleaning lady. I had a young lady from Bamika's Maid School wander into my house a few weeks ago, looking for employment. I couldn't vouch for her ability banish dust and impose order, however.
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