The cleaner just left the flat. I was scolded for forgetting to buy bleach for the loo. (The ex ratted me out). The cleaner looked at me very reproachfully, but also in a way, like this was what she expected of me. (The cleaner’s already figured out who is the competent one, that is to say, not me)
The cleaner is Bulgarian and a trained Economist. She’s very particular, very thorough (the ex loves her) and a bit odd. She once said to me “Oh my goodness, there is so much dust!” like, yeah, hello? Why else would we have called you? What does she expect? A clean house?
She gets very nervous when we squabble, she and asks us not to do it in front of her. Like she’s the troubled child of our marriage.
I told the ex I was writing about the cleaner.
The ex says I should write about how much she hates bloggers.