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That feeling of mild shame, mixed with pure relief when you discover the baby sitter is actually a cleaning / tidying fairy in disguise.

Followed a few months later by that feeling of disappointment when the same babysitter doesn’t work miracles the next time she’s booked for an evening.

All those dreams of coming home to a house given a bit of a tidy up and polish, shattered…  Back to reality and a not so organised home.