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This time last year, the Smalls and I were housesitting. A most beautiful old house in Arthur’s Seat on the Mornington Peninsula. Housesitting was part of my coping mechanism. Chunks of time to live outside the boatyard, benefit from other people’s dishwashers and washing machines. Chickens. This house was seriously heavenly. Still is. We drove …