I’d forgotten how short a month February is, which means we have far less time that I realised to find somewhere new to live!
To my mind, the Housesitting Agency should be responsible for making sure we have somewhere to stay when one of our assignments finishes, so if there’s nothing else lined up for us they should put us up in a hotel…. but apparently it doesn’t work that way.
Philippa is going to have a chat with Sally to see if we can slide back into their spare room, but I’m not sure they’d be as welcoming as last time if they knew it was open-ended. Suddenly I am realising why Philippa has been trying to pester me for a ’Plan B’ since before Christmas. I am, however, refusing to panic. Panic is for people who have no Rioja….
RC 18-2-14
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