I heard a story from a friend recently about him receiving a call from the neighbours say the police were at his house because his cleaner had got nuts. He got there to find the police still in attendance and the sound of bad dance music being played top-blast from his apartment window. She had refused to turn the music off or answer the door, even to the police. When he eventually got there and opened the door, she was unconscious on the kitchen floor having relieved him of his vodka stash.

Goes to show you never can tell...
dave