Me: I have to call a cleaner today and talk to her about doing my flat. I am scared of this phonecall.
A Girl: Who are you calling? We had a cleaner for years at our Swiss Cottage flat. She didn’t speak English, I have no idea how we communicated; I don’t think we did. When we let her go we gave her double her amount or something like that, and she left a note saying something like:
‘Thank you, I hope you be happy’
I almost kept the note; she seemed to know more about me than I thought.
Me: Did she write that in blood?
A Girl: Could have been, it’s too long ago to remember now.