We miss you, Juan and Santos

When we lived in lovely, lovely Cambridge, in our semi-lovely rented apartment, we had two lovely, lovely men, named Juan and Santos, who took care of all our not-so-lovely problems, like cockroaches, mice, snow and fallen leaves.

Now, cast out of Eden (although, an Eden with cockroaches, mice, snow and fallen leaves), we have to fend for ourselves.  The leaves were getting mighty thick in the car park, so Santosita got out her broom and helped tame them.

It's a little hard to tell from this picture, but Santosita never grasped the concept of raking the leaves together, rather than spreading them around. 

The job got done, nevertheless, and the car park looked great, for about a week, when the process needed to be repeated, which is when Mark got sent in.  "Good, ol' Daddy," as Frances has started saying.