A Bug's Life

... made the mistake of phoning me to ask how my day was. I hope his ears grow back soon.

It's being hideous, I can only hope it's some sort of bad dream and that I'll wake up soon. Bridget The Chronically Overcommitted was looking forward to getting lots done today, while our new cleaner started and sorted the house out for us. However, accidents happen, and there was a spillage of blue toilet cleaning liquid over the cream carpet in the downstairs WC. Dabbing with water didn't clear it up much, so Bridget got to spend an exciting half hour assembling the Vax into carpet-washing mode (it's like Transformers for grown-up women!), changing its water etc, and explaining operation to cleaner. Then there were 3 x 10 minutes of discussion about what to do, and how angry I must be, with the cleaner and head of cleaning company. I fear there will be another 30 minutes of talk before it's all sorted out. Luckily, I don't have the energy to be furious. It's so frustrating - we just want someone to turn up every week and clean a bit, but the overheads of time we have to spend to make this happen outweigh the time that is actually spent cleaning. Gah.

[bugshaw collapses melodramatically on desk]