Changeover Day

This is photograph is misleading. We'd really spent the day with our heads down toilet bowls, negotiating with stubborn hairs in shower drains + churning through mounds of soiled linen.. Changeover Day; the unanimous understanding amongst us Seasonaires as Shit Day [literally]. Actually it wasn't that bad, and we finished early so we got to lounge for a small amount of time in our sun drenched chalet marvelling for a moment in our own imagined wealth. Then I ironed until really late, with a glass of fine red wine [kept at a suitable distance from the rich velvety pristine white sheets, of course].