10 litres out the window

Today was a weird day. Melissa was away all morning, selling her produce at a local market. She left us a re-used envelope with a couple of scribbled words, directions on how to make a cheese from scratch and the chores for the day. So, we fed the chickens, emptied the compost, turned over the cheese in the cheese room etc. Then we put the natural bacteria found in whey in the milk to commence the cheese-making process. Meanwhile I asked Jenny is she could cut my hair. While she's doing this I hear the dog slurping for quite a long time, and I say to Jenny, 'God, that dog's thirsty'. Then it hits me, and I quickly run into the kitchen to find the dig with its head in one of the 10 litre buckets of fresh milk. It's quite comical to think about it now, but this morning we were horrified, and worried sick Melissa would go crazy at us. She was fine, just said 'Oh no" and brushed it off, because it's typical to have wild animals slurping and licking in the kitchen. At another point in the day I found the cat perching on the kitchen surface digging into some butter, there is just no stopping them. I was very mad at kitty.
We've come to appreciate, or not appreciate, that Melissa hasn't got very good social skills and doesn't seem to like us. She doesn't communicate at all and makes us feel inadequate and awckward. She has no managing skills and gives us no indication as to what she wants us to gets done, or her expectations of us, so we're continually worried about what we should be doing, and can't ask her many questions because she gets annoyed. She says she can't be bothered with repeating the same things to every new helper but we don't even know where the light switches are, or the sugar. She doesn't like cooking so most of the time she'll just lay out cheese and bread for lunch and dinner, and with shit weather and outdoor physical work, you look forward to a hot meal. But then, she's doesn't want us to use her ingredients or her oven, as it's too wasteful. Today Jenny talked to her and said we need to eat, and we're happy to cook for everyone. So we made butternut squash and sweet potato soup with garlic bread, and Michel cooked some sausages he bought in the supermarket yesterday. It's not really fair that we should be buying the food but anyway, I'm leaving on Friday so..
Playing UNO and drinking wine got us through the day though. And the goats made us happy too, though I electrocuted my leg on the electric fence.
I'll leave you with a couple of funny sentences I've found on HelpX. This is a French guy attempting to write a review in English.

"After we went to see the caravan, a real garbage, the maximum fall in May, the door can be locked from the inside of the curtain of his newspapers, a foam mattress is common ..... The bathroom is an outdoor shower or shower staff very dirty. Nothing in the fridge just for milk and bread for the rest it's customers!

I asked the owner if she has another place for us to sleep, she answers, you want to go?

We understand it is their business, and we need help in exchange for a place to sleep and eat. But we're not even a dog because my dog, I will not sleep in this place."

Brilliant.