The Dreaded-Day has arrived: the wife is due back this evening!
Right now she's somewhere over the Simpson Desert. By plane, unfortunately, and not on foot or else I would have a bit more time to clean up the house. Barring engine failure or a sudden loss of cabin pressure, I have exactly seven hours to catch up with six weeks of neglect! (spelled 'd-i-r-t')
P.S. On second thoughts, it might be easier to instal a completely new kitchen. For the bathroom I've hired some sandblasting equipment to restore the handwash-basin and bathtub to their former glory. The bedroom is no big deal as I can always blame it on the dogs who also sleep there.
