It's a bit like the Marie Celeste at my place... a half - finished game of Monopoly lies on the dining room
table; dirty dishes languish in the sink; a gingerbread maker sits open on the
kitchen bench — yes, such things
exist in the shops and I ALWAYS FIND THEM — with tubes of writing icing scattered
around it; days - ago clothes still hang on the washing line; dust tumbleweeds drift across the lounge room floor...