Men are hopeless.Men are hopeless. There is a rather cavernous living/dining room, with two sofas (one large, one small) and an armchair clustered around the fire place, and a big oak table with two chairs in the middle of the room. There is a deep fluffy white rug in front of the hearth. No curtains, almost no other rugs, no pictures on the walls except in the (ahem) master bedroom. He carried my suitcases into the house; our footsteps on the tile floors echoed in the near-empty rooms. Half the light switches don't work and the place needed (still needs) sweeping: sand had been tracked into the house and made a scratching noise underfoot against the tile floors. In fact, with the exception of my bedroom, the whole place is only superficially clean. There are quite a few cobwebs and the windows are dusty. |