I have never employed a housekeeper (is that the correct term?).
The closest I came was nearly twenty years of business travel that required flying from city to city with hotel stays that provided mints on the pillow.
Which is also housekeeping but no one actually came to my house.
With chocolate.
Or a vacuum.
Therefore I am not going to count those experiences.
Here in London, at our full-service flat, a housekeeper comes every Monday.
I love Mondays!
We got home from our trip to Bath last night and were greeted by this:
It has happened 7 times.
The floors are clean too and all the surfaces are wiped down.
I have been spoiled on this adventure.
In many ways.
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