No advice to add to the excellent supply you’re already getting. But just a semi-funny story I’ve been wanting to get off my chest:
Sat for a seemingly very friendly couple. First sit went well, although I was perplexed by the wife’s insistence I arrive by mid-afternoon the day before they left.. And stay until the morning after they returned. They were only going about a hundred miles away. Anyway, they gave me a great dinner and although I felt a bit awkward and in-the-way when they got back, it went OK. Lifelong friendship was sworn and they invited me to sit again not long afterwards.
Again, the wife insisted I should be there twenty hours before they left… And stay until the morning after they got back. By this stage, I knew the house and the cats’ routines and there was clearly no real reason for me to be there; my ControlFreakdar was starting to twitch. They were only away for a long weekend - and again, not going far.
Off they went and I had a good weekend with the cats. But there were several messages from the HOs about how tiring their trip had been (they went to a wedding) and how they’d be coming home exhausted and wouldn’t be good company.. etc etc. Fledermaus indignostat at this point is pinging: “So why TF did you insist I should hang around then?”
But I tactfully found a reason to be out when they got home on Sunday afternoon and sat shivering on a beach until it seemed late enough to re-appear. I also made sure I had something to eat. Which was as well, because I returned to find my hosts staggering around like ballerinas in the last stages of The Dying Swan, weak with weariness. But not too weak to make themselves a nice pasta dinner, which they ate while I sat in another room. They then retired to bed, the husband assuring me I should feel free to make tea or watch TV.. Which I set out to do. Only to have the wife emerge, wild-haired and boofy-eyed, to complain that the creaking floorboards were keeping her awake. I retreated to my room, coming out only to tip-toe, heart in mouth, back to the kitchen to put down water for the obviously thirsty cats and grab the remains of a bottle of wine I’d bought earlier.. Spent the rest of the evening feeling like the Prisoner of Zenda and couldn’t wait to go home.
Concluded the wife had only forced me to be there for all that extra time.. Because she could.
This will NOT happen to you. And I will laugh about it. One day.
PS I’ve also arrived four hours early, as requested… To have the HOs seem completely taken by surprise. It took ten minutes for them to give me the cat-care and house routine instructions. The rest of the time, I perched on a sofa, peering round its arm, trying to make polite conversation, while they made and ate their lunch. “Awks” doesn’t begin to cover it.