Mini-men cleaning army (Rousse)

I awoke to the sound of small feet scurrying in the hall. When I opened my eyes I could make out some figures through the open bedroom door. Four tiny men armed with dusters, polish and mops were busy cleaning our flat.

But where was J, our regular cleaner? Perhaps they had abducted her? Or was it possible that she had sent the wee men herself to cover her work?

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