There's not much happening today. Leah comes mid-morning to tidy up the house so Marilyn and I will have to get out of the way for an hour or two. Looking around, it doesn't seem that we need a cleaner; we keep things under control and modern houses don't need the on-going attention that the older places did.
The only really untidy part of our place is my desk and Leah is warned it is not to be touched. She must grit her teeth every time she sees it. She always makes it clear that she has been: there are vacuum cleaner marks on the carpet, a smell of air freshener and, the dead giveaway - she folds the ends of the toilet rolls into little v-shapes.
Marilyn and I will probably head into town for a coffee, I have a book to return to the library and we'll then end up at the gym for a half-hearted workout.
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