PROBLEM #8 - FASHIONABLY LATE

Okay, so our beloved friend Ben Surace is pisssssssssing off to France for a year, and he had a little farewell get together at his humble abode on Saturday afternoon. We decided, as the invite stated, to arrive at 3:30pm, unfortunately traffic got the better of us and we did not arrive until approximately 3:31pm................... perfect timing.... or so we thought.

We knock on the front door eager as beavers to be welcomed in by the lovely Surace family. Little did we know, that the host himself was M.I.A aka getting last minute prawns...
By the time the man of the hour himself arrived, he came home to find the two of us in his lovely pool, besties with Nana Surace, getting served salmon balls by the pool, and drinking cruisers in the pool .........redefined the term "make yourself at home"

Speaking of making yourself at home, Cacks was housesitting this weekend for a lovely family in order to keep the cat alive and healthy. However, on Saturday night after the farewell (and many drinks) the house was declared "The Open House of Lane Cove"
By Sunday morning, the house represented a brothel rather than a family abode. and in a strange twist of events the cat ended up having to take care of us..................
Lets just say the cleanup wasnt exactly a walk in the park.

- the beds were covered in fake tan (thanks to max, holly, jen and cacks) ...and who knows what else (thanks to ben powell)
- bottle caps left right and center
- cheese smeared all over the benches
- family computer filled up with porn
- practically all the cutlery covered in cheese, salsa, lettuce and weed
- childs trampoline turned into a junkie den

So, in conclusion. Need a housesitter? call Cacks on 1300 lordofthecats