I am soooo angry!
My window-cleaner is a royal pain in the behind on the best of days, he always feels the need to either state the bleeding obvious or make v. critical comments about tidiness of my house/warmth of dd's clothing/other things that I really don't need pointing out thank you very f-ing much, but this is the limit!!
He turned up an hour later than he said he would so I'd given up on him and was all set to go out. I told him I'd be at least an hour and if he wanted to do the backs (we're a terrace) I could either give him the key and he could post it back through the door once he'd finished or it would have to wait til next time. He went through this big rigmarole of 'oh, do you trust me' - which I do, he may be an annoying arse but he's never given me reason to doubt his honesty - and eventually I got away (not before he'd told me that I must always put a hat on dd or she would catch a chill - this in the 1.2 metres from front door to car...)
Anyway, inside the house were 2 trays of gingerbread that I'd just finished baking, cooling on a rack on the kitchen table. The lower tray was for the church Christmas fete this weekend, various Christmassy shapes with holes in them so that ribbon could be threaded through before icing. The upper tray was the odd bits of dough left over that dd and I had made little shapes out of.
Now.... perhaps I was being a little naive in it not crossing my mind that I should say to him 'don't touch the bottom tray of biscuits, they're for a particular purpose'?
I came home to find him putting his ladders away munching on a bit of gingerbread. "I had one/some (difficult to tell what he said as his mouth was full) of your biscuits" he said - I was mildly peeved but assumed that he'd taken one off the top, as they were the obvious ones to go for.
We then had to rush off to Tumbletots and met DP for lunch, so I have only just got back, got out my icing sugar and found out that 2 hearts and 3 christmas trees are missing!!!
So now I have to make another frickin' batch of gingerbread, and the arsehole must've deliberately gone for the 'nice' biscuits on the lower tray instead of dd & I's 'creations' on the upper level!
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!!
The bluntness of opinion I can usually ignore (just grind my teeth and bear it!) as he's not long over here from India and I get the impression it's a cultural norm to just come out with quite personal stuff that we more reticent types(without wishing to sound like a refugee from Cranford) might find rude - I don't honestly think he thinks he's being rude, I think he thinks he's being helpful so that I can just about put up with, as it's taken me ages to get a window-cleaner after our last bod retired and he is actually very good at his job.
But the biscuits?? I am so pissed off with him but I don't know how to even go about broaching the subject without sounding silly - after all, I didn't say anything to him when he told me (because I assumed he'd taken the top ones)...
Okay, venting over... back to making more biscuits!