A guest blog post by Fanny Malinkus, a private landlord who has worked hard all of her life at owning property, that she inherited, and making it work for her financially.

Well, the end of lockdown is almost well and truly happening now. Things can start to go back to normal, and I am assured by that nice Mr Johnson man that it is a good time for the people that I employ to get back to work and to be making me some more money.

Times have been hard at the Malinkus house, I am down to my last three bottles of artisanal gin, which although it is last years drink, I still cannot quite put it down. How are people supposed to cope?

It is simply so difficult to stay on trend at the moment, Petra my dog is still wearing this spring’s doggy style. I simply cannot take her out wearing that, but Viktor, my tailor for Petra has refused to visit the house at the moment! That is just totally ridic, but that is where the state of customer service is in this country at the moment.

Actually, after what my sister said about what might happen post Brexit, Viktor may not be able to visit the country soon never mind my house. Who will take up the reins and sort out my clothing for Petra? Come on, so called experts, and answer that one. Mind you, Viktor was also found to be sending secrets to a shadowy cartel of opinion makers in Russia. Imagine them wanting to know my opinions all of the way over there! I know that I like to be ahead of the curve when it comes to fashion, but that is very flattering. My friend Jacinta said that was not what it meant, and that she despaired of how ‘…shallow you are.” That’s me and Jax, always joking!

I posted a shot of my reaction when she said that on my insta feed, obvs!

I am going to struggle to sort out getting a new tailor for Petra from the work-shy British. I was saying to my third gardener only yesterday how lazy the people in this country are, that there simply is not a work ethic.

That was before my post lunch nap-ette obviously, and just before my cleaner rudely woke me with the vacuum. You would think that clever Mr Dyson man could make a quieter vacuum wouldn’t you? I remember him getting all angry about the EU stopping us having vacuums that were as powerful as he wanted, but shouldn’t less powerful devices at least be a bit quieter? Especially waking me up when I have a little drinkie headache. I could barely see straight because of the stabbing pain between my eyes. Considering the difficulties I was faced with, I handled the situation with diplomacy and tact. Only sacking the cleaner and her husband, who works in one of my offices. I think that it was important that I showed fairness in dealing with such a serious transgression. It was important to send a message.

I was all riled up, and it totally ruined my afternoon plans. Proof, if proof were needed, that people simply do not want to work.

The cleaner was so lazy, that after I let her go she didn’t stay to finish her shift and there was also, what can only be described as large turd on my desk after she had gone, how little professional pride must you have to think that it is okay to leave without at least cleaning up something like that? It’s a health issue!

Scandalous. Poor Petra has allergies, and the dust just has to be dealt with or she cannot rest. I have had to put my remaining two cleaners on overtime. I sometimes wonder how I cope with the stress.

One of my staff joked the other day that I would have to stay at least two metres away from them, which was odd, as I do not think I have ever been that close to any of them.