I have a cleaner. Not a very good one, but she's ever so nice. She took early retirement from her (real) job and thought "I'll do some cleaning. It can't be that difficult...I do my own!" I probably should've gone and looked at her house before I said yes. I can do my own but I'm not very good at it. Anyway, like I said...she's not that good, but I wanted someone to come on a Friday to make it all nice for the weekend. I wanted it all spick and span. I wanted to smell the polish as I came through the door and I wanted it to last until the next week. Obviously my expectations are too high. She doesn't like my Dyson and doesn't like cleaning under the sofa...I have to do that. She doesn't like spiders (OK, I do) and I hate anyone squashing them so I go around the homestead trying to find the little critters in case she leaves! She won't pick up anything from the floor but will maneuver her vacuum around them. But she's very
A glimpse into the life of me and mine...oh, and I sometimes have a "potty mouth"!