Waiting for the Cleaner

Is it really Wednesday again?!

It’s 11.30 a.m., Wednesday. I wait. I’m at my desk, trying to work. But I can’t focus. Why? Because of Kate, my cleaner. She will be here in two hours. Right now I’m still in my pyjamas (the best part of working from home, right?). Grudgingly, I’ll have to get dressed before she turns up. And I guess I’d better put on a splash of makeup too. Don’t want to scare her away…