1. Surely the point of paying someone to clean your house is that they clean your house? I'm sure the nice lady at the agency is going to have a perfectly reasonable explanation for why I came home from work and hoovered the whole house and swept and washed the kitchen floor. IMMEDIATE UPDATE: The nice lady from the agency is currently grovelling helplessly to the Other Half concerning the total failure of her staff to do the the job they are being paid for. Apparently one of the ladies "wasn't very well" so they cut back on the cleaning. The nice lady did brightly suggest that it was all ok though as they'd done "half a job" but that didn't soften the Other Half's stony heart any and we're getting a refund next week. Hurray!
2. The people I share an office with are very, very dull. My best bet for having any fun is, sadly, snorty Rupert-Bear lady in Acounts. She told the photocopier to fuck off today. The other two are a bit nothingy, and talk very very quietly. As a result I spend most of my day saying "eh?" like some demented old tramp*.
3. A cat has vomited on our patio. We do not have a cat. I am torn between not wanting to look at other-people's-cat vomit, and not wanting to clean up vomit left by other people's cats.
* shut up.