Well while stranded alone and sandwich-less (in hubby's ruck-sack) near the summit of Grande Sassiere. I got a text from our landlady that she wanted to swing-by to check out what needed repairing in the house, for the new tenants.
A silent scream crossed the Alps.
The dog is scared of thunder and being left alone and self-medicates with bits of the door frames.
So we spent today cleaning and tidying and washing and hubby, who is fantastic with a chisel and a tea-bag (he reckons he's been getting bad press on this blog lately...so expect some hyperbole for a time) So my handsome hubby with the help of sonny straightens out the damaged door frames and dyes them with tea-bags (my idea)
So the landlady arrives, makes a list of some trivial items and as she is ready to depart, satisifed that all is well...5yo sonny asks "Did you see the scratchs??"
Thank God she doesn't speak english!
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