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.

Sniff! My old homestead! It's soooo... CLEAN! GASP!
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteOr 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.