The pink feather duster

I am at West Kent Towers all day as one of our Associations are having a full day of Local Government Interviews. 

The first applicant is in the hot seat, I am in my office working on various projects, with half an ear on the events. His interview has gone through the usual set questions and the applicants is doing well. Then comes the blow..

"I am concerned that when we moved offices, the washing-up liquid I donated
along with the feather duster, appears to have gone missing."