What with kelp in the bedroom, the octopus on the clothesline–oh, and the TV was washed out to sea again yesterday. I don't know, this always seems to happen to me when I'm left to my own devices.
But I'll have the Bay neat and tidy for when you get back, promise. I'll put the waves away, surf down the roof and scrub along the top of the cliff even. You won't know the place.