I might have mentioned that we're off to Iceland in February.
As we now live in the back of beyond with two dogs, an indoor cat, an outdoor rabbit and three hens going on holiday is not quite as simple. The animals can't fend for themselves and I'm pretty sure Stu's Dad and sister wouldn't be overly impressed if we dropped the whole menagerie on their doorstep en-route to the airport. So we had to find someone to come and live-in. I joined Trusted Housesitters - a site matching people who like to housesit with those who have a need. Simples. Simples if people apply to your advert. We had one applicant initially. He came to visit us before Christmas. He was scared of a wasp that had somehow found its way into one of the bedrooms. He didn't seem to be listening when I explained (several times in a this-information-is-important voice) that George is not allowed out. So - what do we do? One applicant who is scared of his own shadow and is looking forward to a holiday ("and how long can we leave the dogs alone in the day?" and "if it snows obviously we won't be able to make it). So we tentatively discussed him, and his wife, looking after our most precious possessions - for nine days. Then - earlier this week a 40-year old Communications / Marketing person got in touch. Could she sit for us? Do we have good broadband? We spoke via Skype. She made notes. She listened. She understood. She wants to make sure she knows all the animals names before she comes. She is perfect. She's got the job. All sorted. But being me....my mind is now on the house:
Also on Skype she was wearing a big fleece - she looks used to a cold house. She'll be reet. Today's photo: Stu, car, snow - Iceland November 2015
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