When I left you, Ollie had just found out we were arriving a day earlier than she thought. “Yikes! I was going to clean house tomorrow.” She exclaimed.
I reassured her. “Go ahead, but I’m not helping. I’m on vacation.” None of us cleaned house. Instead, we drank coffee and told wild stories till time to go out to lunch every day, then shopped a little in the afternoons. I haven’t shopped since I retired, so I really enjoyed it. I even bought red pajamas. Next time I take a trip, my host can sing “She’ll Be Wearing Red Pajamas When She comes.”