I'm house-sitting for a friend, a big, airy house with a big, lush garden - and two tiny, noisy birds. Taking care of somebody else's house is strange. Nothing is familiar and still a lot is as you would've had it, were it your own house. The cutlery and the glasses are in the expected places, but not the dishwasher detergent or spices (this time
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