Goodbye Housie!

Well, nearly. We got our marching orders a couple of weeks ago. I suspected we might when the landlady starting her three month checks to make sure we weren't growing weed. Lots in the garden, of course, and if there was any of the other kind, I'd have had it with my Asda wine instead of crisps. Might of lost some weight then.

So, we have been offered a key worker house by the local earl or lord - landowner who owns thousands of acres of land with farms and farm cottages. Quite fancy being Lady Chatterley (sp?) but the pirate wouldn't make a good gamekeeper on account of his occasionally poaching.

Meanwhile, we have to have prospective tenants being shown around this house by She Who Must be Obeyed. I have decided that I am a nudist and will exercise my civil rights and be naked when prospects call. I'm trying to persuade the pirate and the thug - the Prince of Darkness being on holiday in Turkey. They are none too keen but I think it could be fun.
I need to know the form. Do I shave? Wear a pinny? I could be cooking and hot olive oil splashes worry me. Maybe there's a blog I could visit? Do let me know please.