My sort-of-daughter-in-law

She’s STILL here…!!

My sort-of-daughter-in-law, SODIL for short, is here to help me set up as a BnB. She arrived with two giant suitcases and a massive rucksack.*

I haven’t dared ask her how long she intends to stay but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were at least until Xmas.**

We were invited out to lunch today. Our hosts were ultra covid-cautious so we were not allowed to lift a finger. Bonus. Then once home, Sodil declared she’d eaten too much and had to keep moving. So I see her now, from my vantage point by the pool, armed with duster, dustpan and brush, working her way through the ground floor. This is good. This is very good.

*She has since confessed to smuggling in a third suitcase, a second rucksack, FIVE cloth bags and a handbag the size of a walrus. She CLAIMS it’s because winter boots take up so much luggage space. Hm.

**She let slip this evening that she’d had to leave her hammock behind in London and had just been thinking it’d be nice to have here NEXT SUMMER.