It's the thought that counts

The war is over and the Hostess won. It would appear that the Chicken Soup Incident was the final straw - the Ayi was simply not up to the high standards demanded by our Hostess. The Hostess phoned S at work to let him know that she'd fired the Ayi, and until such time as a suitable replacement could be found, she would be assuming the role of Housekeeper herself.

S was more than a little worried by this, as he'd decided that morning that the best way to keep the Ayi happy would be to give her some work to do. With this in mind, he had carefully spilt sugar in the kitchen, scattered toast crumbs in the hall, strewn his bedcovers everywhere and left his clothes all over the floor. As a final piece de resistance, he had squirted toothpaste all over the bathroom mirror. The last thing he was expecting was for the Hostess to turn up at her pristine house and have to witness the results of his wanton destruction. I only wish I could have been there to see him miming his way out of THAT one.