aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh… is what you say when you have a guest arriving tomorrow and you leave work early to clean up and do a week’s worth of dishes and sweep the floor and wax the windows and polish the ceiling and…stuff, and you come home and first feel a jolt of pure fear as you see your door ajar, and then you walk in to find your furniture bunched up in the middle of the room and plaster and tools strewn all over the place and some guy simultaneously replastering parts of the ceiling and repainting parts of a wall and fixing something in the bathroom and powersawing through the floor in your bedroom for some obscure reason, and he is doing this under the supervision of your landlady (from hell) whom you’d expressly asked not to do this work today because you were expecting company, and she agreed and said the week after next, and she speaks fluent English and did not make any grunts or other international sounds of incomprehension, so you know this can only be to spite you.

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