Monday 19 January 2015
Nippy and wet
Down the rental unit to do final clean before guests arrive. Substantial amounts of dust everywhere and two brand new shelves. Discover one of the window blinds is off its runners and a small window won’t shut. Icy wind rattles through. We restrain it with some wire and pull down the blind to hide it. I didn’t imagine coming out here would involve so much cleaning. In the UK it wasn’t OH who had a secret woman – it was me and she was my cleaner. The joy of going into a pristine room that I havent had to do myself is something well worth paying for.
Back home and wrestle with paperwork and phone calls. Busy for January! Back down town again to meet the guests. Five o’clock. Five thirty. They ring our home and say they have just arrived at the supermarket at the other end of town and are just doing a little shopping.
I get to the supermarket and do a quick sweep to see if I can spot them. They are in matching Bargain Hunt red parkas and are dithering over which water to buy. The man keeps on putting large sizes of things into the basket and the woman keeps taking them out. Every time I get them to the check out, they remember something else. An hour goes by. I finally get them through the door, down to the rental unit and up the stairs. They coo in a very Welsh way when they see the flat and I give them quick instruction on how to use the hot plate and put down the fold out bed. The woman looks confused – is this the only toilet?The flat is 26m2 and has separate kitchen, living room, bedroom, shower room and loo. Resist urge to reply I have hidden extra toilet behind the door.
OH rings me at 7.30 to find out if I am still alive. I inform him that I have aged more than the passage of two and a half hours and that I will need wine at the ready when I arrive back home.
Watch Notorious. Glorious costumes. Cary Grant is as wooden as ever. Ingrid Bergman so classy.