Spic and span

In anticipation of the return of the parental units tomorrow, the brother and I spent this afternoon trying to cover our tracks.
The compost bin was put out as it had grown a fuzzy lid of mould, the overflowing pile of dirty washing was put through the machine, out to dry and into the baskets, all the pans were washed and the dishwasher stacked and the house looks just as good as when they left last weekend.
Bravo.