I caught up with my miserably wonderful little flat so I was emboldened to blow it all up by digging into little areas that weren't bothering anyone. My cleaning ladies play tricks on me and squirrel away things. They squirreled away lip balms into a secret hollow book. It's a cleaning lady way of exacting revenge for what I put the team through every time they come. Little acts of defiance. I don't blame them at all. The end seemed closer but now it seems farther away. Zoinks! Leaping lizards!
Sorry, it's a private playground for Comrade Chris and his friends.