My feet move to the Clubhouse doors, the smell of disinfectant hits my nose and I'm glad to be home.

The 16-seater set of Red custom-made leather couches greet me silently as I pass them turning the corner and going toward the bar.

We bought the couches last year when the last set was infested with ants. In fact, we refurbished the whole Clubhouse after that diabolical event.

I ignore the loud calls and laughs happening outside and decide to go through the empty hall space ...