Faecal Friday

"For fuck sake"! I hollered with what I thought to be in great solitude from room 3, but very quickly gasping to myself at hearing that the guest had returned momentarily to attend to some sort of rich person's thing. Ironically ecstatic to be blissfully hidden in the company of this terrible mess, I felt thankful to scurry along in timid silence with the removal task in hand in order to wait for the American to depart once + for all.

Not a tremendously glamourous day in general for Dan and Anna as the day began with a monstrously stuck mini bus, whaled on a metre of freshly dumped powder + impossibly positioned between an intimidating but helpful ginormous snow plougher and the car of a very patient Swedish woman with a tremendous orange shovel who helped us out of our early morning blunder. Then a day of intense cleaning; as a favour, we changed over another super plush chalet with the most frustrating intricate spots of posh-ness that needed buffing, polishing, scratching, scrubbing + preparing for a swarm of Italians arriving any minute.