Disaster strikes

On the eve of my departure to Laos, my world has come crashing down around my ears! Well, slight exaggeration, but my cleaner has just been to see me to say she can't come to clean my flat any more as she's got a better-paid, more-hours job with another foreigner. Talk about no loyalty in this world any longer! For the last six months, Sophal has been a god-send, so I am going to miss her presence, even though from one month to the next I rarely saw her. I would go to work and arrive home later to a flat in pristine condition. She kept the flat spotlessly clean, the only clothes that weren't washed and superbly ironed with creases that were so razor-sharp they would cut your finger, were the ones I was wearing at the time and I can't believe I will find another diamond like her [he says, hoping that he will]! I've got a few days to find a replacement before I leave for Laos, but I'm not sure there's much chance of domestic bliss after Sophal! Wish me luck.