Hi there
I should've been at the beach today. The sun was shining, the wind wasn't too bad, and it was in the right direction to guarantee that Hataitai Beach would be hidden away from any gale raging across the open sea. I visualised all my friends there.
But I was busy cleaning the house. For the plumber who is coming tomorrow.
Why do we do this? Why should it matter? I expect that we expect that the second after the plumber leaves our houses, he's going to start broadcasting the state of our kitchens through all social media platforms, radio stations, megaphones, his clients, neighbours....
All I am having done is the installation of a new tap over my kitchen sink. I cleaned the benches, I went into the under-sink cupboards. I vacuumed the open plan kitchen/lounge/dining areas. I scrubbed the toilet room floor (who knew, he might have wanted to use the loo?). I scoured the bathroom floor and shower in case the plumber meant to compare one tap (faucet, if you're American) against another.
I lugged the vacuum cleaner into the hallway, my bedroom, the spare rooms as all of those areas could be fractionally seen from the bathroom. I cleaned the windows.
I should be thinking "To heck with the plumber. Let him take me as he sees me..."
I can't do that. Mum's household lessons are heavily imprinted upon my mind. I mean, the plumber is a Visitor. Visitors have to come into a clean house. Visitors are offered cups of tea and biscuits.
I am prepared ...
PS: At Hataitai Beach last week there was a shoal of sand sharks all swimming close to the deck. A solo one had been spotted there several years ago by The Little Mermaid; even though she knew that sand sharks are said to be harmless she said that she had never left the sea so fast as she did that day.
above: Photo taken from the changing room deck at Hataitai Beach (a year or so ago)
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