House cleaning. House cleaning. Then a little more house cleaning.
Somewhere in the past few weeks we seem to have omitted a few of the routine chores. This morning they all caught up with us! There was a frenzy of domesticity, followed by relief at being able to see the kitchen bench, comfortably walk across the floor in bare feet, and enter the bathroom without needing a full decontamination suit.
Escaped to walk up the river in search of lunch, we tried out e-lounge (I think its name is) on Victoria Street in Abbotsford. The only European café in the street, they made a fantastic bianco pizza — roast potato, olives, Spanish onions and semi-dried tomatoes with a dash of chilli-flavoured olive oil.
Jo has just pointed out that I was leaving the UK at the end of my holiday. It must be time to start planning another trip… Maybe I can convince her to come on Wide Open Road’s Geneva to Verona trip next year.
