Clearning is the last thing I want to do... and if someone can do it, I'd be quite happy to let them do it.
Daniella was my cleaner. When I was earning enough to afford a cleaner, she comes once a week clearning and ironing for two hours. When I had a broken anckle, that's when I started to call her and since then I got myself totally spoilt.
She's a foreigner,like me, came from Eastern Europe - in some ways, we shared common views of living in a foreing country. We used to talk about love life, she used to say, being in a relationship is more hustled than being single. When I told her about my new love and eventually getting married, she's so pleased with me but also make sure I am happy with my own decision.
The point is, when I think about cleaning, I think of her darely, as being professional, hats off, she's done perfectly. I can't clean the house in the way, she's done.
Then, my hubby mentioned about this clever tool a while ago: THE Roomba
It's an intelligent robot doing the hoovering detecting and avoiding obstacles. That's a great stuff. The another model's even doing the wet mopping.
As Daniella told me she didn't like France and French language, I can't remember why, so I don't think I can bring her over here but I can still carry on dreaming of owning this machine to do the job I am not good at.
Only if this stuff could do ironing and go grocery shopping..

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