…are in my kitchen right now. They are positively cackling!!! It’s frightening to hear them! Actually, since today is Friday, the cleaners have come. I wish them a great deal of luck since that kitchen defies human endeavours to maintain it in decent conditions.
I’ve listened to the cleaners and strangely enough, I can’t understand what they are saying!
*pinches himself hard to check reality-status*
Am still here. This is still the UK. So how come I’m not understanding what they’re saying? Is it a local dialect? One of them looks like she’s chinese or something.
‘Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.’