I love cleaners

I love cleaners. I don't think I say that enough, in fact, I don't think I realised just how much I love them till now. They deserve and award for services rendered.

There are no cleaners here. The repercussions of which, I just found out. It's like loosing your nose; you don't appreciate it until it's gone.

We had a room cleaning competition in the dorms where everyone had to spend the day cleaning and then were judged in the evening. For pressing reasons, my roommates and I were mysteriously called away to various undisclosed locations for the day. We were gutted to miss out in all that soapy fun. (And disturbingly came in in fifth place!)

I should have seen it coming when I saw the old fashioned washboards and stone sink in the washing room (thankfully next to the washing machines, although they specialise in chewing, stretching and shrinking depending on which day it is.) All the signs were there, but I guess I just thought we had house elves or something that cleaned up at night. We got a knock at the door. The girl who takes registration at night came in and muttered something in Chinese to my roommate who in turn looked at me in disgust. It was our turn to clean the floor this week.

I am not the worlds tidiest person. In fact, I generally avoid tidying like the plague. It's a catch twenty two situation for me, some days I can't work if my room is tidy other days it has to be. Generally I prefer organised chaos. Don't get me wrong I do hoover, wash up and stuff, but there is a big difference between that and sweeping and mopping down an entire floor. It didn't take as long as expected, but I think that's cos I was in shock for the most part. I'm sure it was all some cruel and unusual punishment for getting a manicure (which I spent most of the time trying to protect.)

Let's just say I'll be more than a little happy when our week is over, and will never take cleaners for granted again.