Quite filthsome. The worst I had to cope with in colidge was lots siggerette ash in the kitchin sinc, and on that occasion i was a senior resident so I had the oppertunity to go and bang on people's doors and give them a miner bolocking.
then again, one rule of colidge was that you never upset the cleaners, who were very nice, but like most sterriotypical ladies from newcastle, not people you'd want to get on the bad side of ;D.
This is another nice thing about having my own flat, i get to make certain it's not a mess.
The only irritating part is hoovering, which I rather dislike doing sinse it's so noisy.
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)