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finally the bedrooms and beyond. All the dust is emptied into another planter – no point in
throwing away good Sahara sand, methinks.

Next I mop the place. I’ve never been convinced that using a mop achieves any real cleansing of
floors; essentially all you’re doing is dragging and pushing a wet object around the floor, leaving
a snail-like trail of dirty water behind. I mean, unless after every stroke, you wash that said wet
object, how can each patch of water or floor be actually cleaned? Anyways, I do it because if
only for a brief moment, it makes the floor shine.

Mops, yuk!
Why bother?

With floors nicely shiny, I relax, grab another cup of coffee and contemplate another chapter; the
gang are all waiting for their next moves and I’m anxious to move the plot along. I’m also
thinking about lunch.

The day drags on, relentlessly. After lunch, which really was nothing to talk about, I review what
I’ve written so far and decide to stop for the day. I think Judge Judy might be on CBS, but
following five minutes trying to locate her brilliant show, I realize it’s Saturday – she doesn’t
work Saturdays. Gilbert and me end up watching re-runs of the “Whose Line Is It Anyway”. But,
hey, it uses up some time, right?

Number of cases: 18
Number of deaths: 2