When I was working I had a series of cleaners through an agency, some very good, some pretty useless. The first one was the best, so she set up high expectations.
I had them for two hours a week and made sure the place was tidy first. Bathroom and kitchen to be done every week, then upstairs one week, downstairs the next. I used to add the word Thoroughly, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. Many of them cut corners, literally. Oh and I didn’t put the teenagers’ bedrooms on the list!
Some did extra things I didn’t expect, but didn’t do basics. One was a real skiver, arrived late and left early.
I mostly negotiated by notes, or via the agency if it was really bad.
Nowadays I do my own cleaning, as little as I can get away with, but kitchen and bathroom are my priorities. Windows are done rarely! The trouble is we have so much stuff, it means so many things to pick up when I do the dusting.
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic