Don't you just love the exhilaration of cleaning? The brisking away of dust and debris - out with the old, in with the new.
It's such a good start to the day - if the staff manages not to disturb your morning slumber, that is. Of course, good staff who know their place will seem to be almost invisible. You will only know they even exist by the fact that you can't tell that anything has been cleaned - because it should be clean all the time, my dears, of course it should. That, and the exorbitant prices one must pay these days for even mediocre help.
I particularly enjoy the rather glorious smells of the cleaning fluids, particularly the modern ones, which come in such a variety of flavours. I do find the greater part of my enjoyment of cleaning comes from those delightful scents. They are so fresh and new, my head fair swims with the joy of it all.
And afterwards, of course, it's time to sit back and relax with a small glass of sweet sherry and perhaps a snifter of absinthe.
I remain truly yours,
Ladle Gwendelfract Pontolyn de Neuilster (Spinny)
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