It's strange moving life between two houses. It's not like going to a holiday home even if you go to the same one over again You don't have to decide where everything goes and unpack and lay out your belongings to claim the place. You arrive after midnight and everything is to hand. The tissues are by the bed, spare batteries in the drawer, and when Marjane fails to supply oyster sauce, there is the half bottle left on the shelf to tide you over.
The hibiscus hedge was taking off for the stratophere but the cacti appear to have survived the summer well. Moha had told us tthat the ceiling rose in the green bedroom had collapsed so I expected smashed plaster and dust but not so. He says he knows someone who will supply a new rose and sort it for £6.50.
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