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We had our long-anticipated, long-awaited, once-postponed and much-rehearsed interview with the house-sitting agency today. Philippa was so nervous she was sick before we left the house. At least, I hope she was nervous because if she wasn’t it might have been morning sickness.
Anyway, we had the interview and it was fine. The questions Philippa had made me practise answering were never asked, but I still gave the answers that she’d made me memorise, because she’d been so bloody insistent about them. So now the manager of the firm probably thinks I’m a mentally unfit imbecile who is as trustworthy with a house as James Blunt would be with a Beatles song.
Anyway, it all seemed to go off without a hitch. They shook our hands before we left and seemed to be smiling genuinely. They do some further background checks now and then come to look at the current house (for which they have to get David and Becky’s permission) then they should let us know for definite in a couple of weeks. All being well, we could be on their list of house-sitters in a month or so. Then it’s just a case of matching us up with a suitable property and suitable owners. Philippa is convinced that it was a disaster, obviously. She’s normally so confident and optimistic, but when it comes to things that she desperately wants she tends to err on the side of caution and look forward to the future about as much as a mouse living in a hotel looks forward to an upcoming Cats Club Convention. Bless her. I cooked her a nice meal and ran her a nice bath and I think she feels a lot better now. The interview is over, there’s nothing else we can do about it now. All we can do is wait and see and make sure the house is tidy when they pay us a visit. 
Anyway, my shoulder felt fine today, in case you were wondering. Philippa’s hot-and-cold trick seems to have worked a treat. Maybe I should start listening to her more often instead of casting her ideas aside the way a fisherman might cast aside a tiddler. 
(That’s three of those you’ve had from me now. I think it’s time I signed off and went to bed. Especially considering you‘ve had three ‘Anyways’ as well… I do spoil you!)

RC 19-2-13