John and I must share a chair, however, because She is using the desk chair for work, which leaves us only the armchairs. From which to stare at her.
|Jim gets his own because neither of us will|
sit with him.
Then John found this, so of course that's made him incredibly happy:
|It reads: "Private Wine Cellar"|
Bathroom is massive . . .
|It's the kind of tub that's always trying to kill Her.|
Might just stick with the shower.
We have a lovely view of the ocean but there's too much of a glare at this hour to take a decent photo. Will try later, once the sun is down a bit. If we're lucky, she'll get stuck on something and take us for a walk . . .