hello
Can any body say I hate carpet cleaning; I know I can, because I do. With (as a dear friend of mine says) a firey firey passion. Imagine if you will a vague comment about three weeks ago that the carpets look dirty I might get them cleaned. Yesterday the mother turned up with a rented carpet cleaner and proceeded to tell me and the other renter that it is on hire till 4pm tomorrow I want those three rooms cleaned at least twice, oh and clean them out first.
Oh fuck.........these rooms look like 8 clepto hoarders have been storing there shit here for twenty years. I get told I have to do that then weed the garden paint the new gates and spray the fucking grass in the garden, while my mother sits in front of the TV (and yes she asked me to make her a coffee to boot) and complains of a headache, with the work I just got asked to do in the next 12 hours and shes got the headache
Fuck off!
thank you for your time