Well, cleaner was booked in for yesterday, so I drove home with some trepidation, opened the door and noticed that the post was still on the doormat. Ok I thought, maybe the postie didn't deliver until late in the day (as can often be the case). I deactivated the alarm, opened the door to the dining room - money was still on the sideboard. I thought maybe she'd forgotten it. Walked through to the kitchen, nope, she hasn't been - the hob still had some splatter on it from the night before's cooking.
At ten to six, the doorbell rang. Two ladies stood at the door armed with sawn-off vacuum cleaners, bucket grenades and all manner of chemical warfare items. She looked apologetic and said/asked if it was a bit too late. Given that I had just started to wind down, and that I was about to start preparing dinner, it was a bit late yes.
She said she should be able to fit us in today - not the best of starts. However, if she does manage to squeeze us in today, it means it's nearer to the Friday slot we'd originally hoped for.
Here's hoping. |