Domesticated

Marie’s due back tomorrow so I’ve been finishing all the domestic tasks that needed doing. She’s not going to walk in the door and say, ‘It looks like a bachelor’s house’ this time.

– shelves all put up
– balcony cleaned
– washing done
– living room clean and tidy
– study clean and tidy
– ensuite clean
– fridge defrosted
– water boiler bought and drinking water bottle filling up again
– kitchen tidy (if not clean)
– winter clothes packed away
– bikes repaired and shiny

She doesn’t use the guest bathroom much, so I have some time for that and the mess in the bedroom is all hers. If I touch that, I’ll get in trouble for losing her work. Shame about the bikes though, I’ve arranged to go up to Dochula tomorrow morning at 5:30 and a friend will borrow Marie’s bike so it will be dirty by the time she sees it. Not that any of this really matters. All she cares about is that the washing up is done and I’m not likely to have time to clean up breakfast before the ride.

I’ve spent some time this week with my office mate and a carpenter trying to put together a conference space on the cheap. It’s not the sort of room you’d want to invite guests to, but I’m hoping it will look good on camera and be sound-proof enough to hold a conference call. I went with the carpenter to buy the wood for the partitions, expecting to see something different enough to write about, but I didn’t. But sometimes it’s the fact that nothing’s different that’s the surprise. So there you have it. A timber yard in Bhutan looks just the same as I’d expect a timber yard in Australia to look.