Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Other People's Things

Doing a home exchange means that we are living in someone else's house for the year. Having said that, it has always felt like our home. But when something goes wrong, it is always worse than when it happens in your own place.
Every time I see a chip in some crockery I wonder if it was there before, or if we have done it. Ditto with stains on the sofa, scratches on the wall, and marks on the furniture. What if it is a family heirloom, or part of a matching set that is irreplaceable? Like this plate that said "W.H.Grindley, Staffordshire England" on the bottom. At least when it has IKEA written on the bottom I don't feel so bad.

Can you guess who the culprit was this time?

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