I know you're looking at those cellophane bags peaking over the chair tops and thinking, "Ooh! Gift baskets! I hope they're filled with Toblerone."
But what you should really be thinking is, "Ooh, termites!" Because those bags hold all of our consumable products. Sadly, no Toblerone.
Remember that incident last summer where winged creatures invaded my bedroom? You were all right. They were, in fact, termites and it seems as if the entire complex is under attack. The whole building is being tented tomorrow and Katie and I are decamping to Chino to stay at the old homestead for two days.
In other news, doesn't my overnight bag look like an angry monster plotting to eat my face in the middle of the night?
Or maybe does he resemble 70s rocker Meatloaf? I don't actually know which would be worse, having my face eaten off or waking up to "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That.)"