We're two days shy of a month into our tenancy and we still don't have a washing machine or a vacuum cleaner, Godwin has had to improvise with the coffee table because his desk still hasn't come, and the kitchen door has not been fixed.
The lady in the office plays solitaire all day, the porter is always watching t.v. or making a move to go and sleep, and the cleaning lady that mans the desk when the porter is resting doesn't have a clue either.
And we're being attacked by pharoah ants. The pest people set up poison in the kitchen, so the ants have moved into my room, and although we don't actually see them attacking Weng's candy or marmite biscuits, I've nevertheless stopped bringing food into my room, and hope that some people will leave their candy and biscuits in the kitchen maybe...ahem.
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