I’m getting ready to go back to Melbourne. Dinner was had with a colleague out on the wharf. There’s something very good about locally called barramundi and chips eaten by the sea. The fish up here is excellent.
On returning back to the hotel, my colleague came back to my room to pick up the last of my food. We have a thing up here, you hand on any uneaten food items to the colleagues who are staying on. I was down to two hard boiled eggs, half a tub of hummus and some rice crackers. It's good it didn't go to waste.
Anyway, they had a look around my room and said, “You’re tidy.”
Anybody who knows me knows that I am not tidy. I'm the antithesis of tidy.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I can see that you’re tidy,” they said looking around the room.
I’m not tidy. I will never be tidy. However, when somebody cleans your bathroom, provides a new towels, makes your bed, washes your dishes and hoovers for you every day, it’s easy to be tidy.
One of the joys of being a platinum member of the Accor club.
I explained this to my colleague.
It’s going to be hard to go home where I have to vacuum my own floors, make my own bed, wash my own dishes, clean my own bathroom, and look after a black cat.
But never mind. At least I’m going home. For two weeks…. Then I'm back here where in some ways, when I'm not working like a dog, I get to live like lady muck.
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