This stupid cow. Oh my goodness. J and I cleaned my flat for I would say a good 15 hours this weekend- cleaning the fridge, the oven, the carpets, the bathroom, the mouldy walls, the furniture. Everything. It was completely and utterly spotless. You could lick the floor and eat off the toliet kind of clean. And her remarks were "This place is just not up to scratch, I have to get the cleaners in here to sort it out and bring it back up to standard" and she argued with me for 10 minutes over the rusty radiator that oh, she happened to mark before I moved in that it was rusty. She was making me change lightbulbs and she counted forks and there were spots on the forks so she said they weren't clean enough. And scratches in the drawers, oh she went on for 5 minutes about the scratches in the cutlery drawer.