There's no escaping it, sitting around vaguely working but mainly

[Burney]

scratching your b*llocks while someone cleans your house makes you feel like an unmitigated c*nt?

And curiously, I've found that when your cleaner is English, it feels that bit worse.

I've become used to it. The problem lies in your own prejudice, of course. You see cleaning someone else's house as a demeaning thing to have to do because you are a snob. Your discomfort has its roots in your deep-seated contempt for anyone who performs what you see as menial tasks for money.

Were you simply to see it as a valid and worthwhile occupation and the person doing it as a hardworking individual deserving of your respect independent of what they do, your discomfort would vanish.