I don’t think she has a cleaner, even with confidentiality agreements in place, I think she wouldn’t trust anyone not to let it leak ( family members of anyone cleaning for her included) she’s too controlling, we’ve all witnessed how much she loses it when tattle highlight her sneaky ways.
They don’t live in the house the way normal folk do, their whole existence now is gram related, I expect the spare room has the Christmas presents, the painting by numbers , etc all laid out ready for the allocated gram times to bring down and be worked on . If they ever do a proper cooked meal, she never shows the real mess.
I live alone so in theory my house could look like theirs apart from it being colourful and having furniture older than her in my bedroom
but instead in every room I have projects on the go, sewing machine on the dining table with hoards of fabric , masks, advent bags, dolls clothes being made. Kitchen, big pile of paperwork to sort through, dishes not done yet, some drying still, floor needs a good scrubbing . My bedroom, sacks of toys to be wrapped, clean clothes to be put away, three baskets of wreath making stuff, hallway, various boxes of stuff to be put on marketplace ( been there months ! ) bathroom, actually spotless
craft room/spare room - 6446764357123 projects on the go with not one foot of clear floor space . Garden looks like steptoes yard with stuff that needs to go to the tip . Living room, great nieces paintings drying on table, cushions piled up on the floor still as yesterday she was playing knock them over with a ball . I’ve still not put the throws back from our den making ...., but who cares. Today I’ve felt a bit poorly and not ventured far from my bedroom .
That’s me with no one else in the house, which is an old house so not perfect to start off with but ask anyone that knows me and they will tell you they always get a warm welcome, feel at home etc.
Their house is exactly that, a house not a home .
sorry for the long , me me me