The Tidy Cleaner

John needed a cleaner. He scoured the web and as he didn’t know the protocol of such an arrangement he decided to phone one.

A lady with an Eastern European accent answered with faltering English. It was a difficult conversation as she couldn’t understand what John wanted and he couldn’t understand what she was saying but she agreed to do the cleaning. She was meticulous and the house shone.

“Where is your green bin?” she said, waving a little bag of rubbish.

“I’ll sort it. Put it by the door, please.”

So she opened the door and threw it outside.