We spent some of Friday night and all of today cleaning the house in readiness for a local woman who was coming over ‘in the afternoon’. This taught M the valuable lesson that we always have to get a name and number. Because after busting our arses all day, she still hadn’t shown up by 4.30pm and we had no way of screaming at her, except by driving through town and yelling at people who appeared to be likely suspects.

Unable to bear cooking in our now pristine kitchen, or eating at our pristine table, we went out for dinner to our favourite place – Angelos. Thank god there are people coming tomorrow so it’s not all for nothing.