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Domestic Help

One of the big changes I came across when I moved out here was the fact that we had domestic help.  The domestic help consists of a cleaning lady who comes in the morning and helps to sweep and wash the floor and  wash the dishes.  It is nice to get this work done early so if you have someone coming in to give you a hand it means you have to be ready to get it done.  Like, you can't just go back to bed when the kids go off to school, for example.  These people have to come quickly and have to leave quickly to go and work in another house.

Just because someone comes in to give you a hand with the housework, it doesn't mean that you can sit around all day.  There is always plenty to do at home.  But I suppose  you could say it helps you to get organised.  Even after all these years though, I still don't really like the idea of leaving dinner dishes for a servant to clean the next morning.

The trouble is, once you become dependent on someone coming in to help, you can find yourself in a right state if they don't show up.  I've seen people tearing their hair out because their maid didn't show up to wash the dishes and they had visitors that day.  The trouble is, maids are often from poor families and don't have access to the telephone.  They may send their children to inform that they won't come but by the time the message reaches, it's already very late and the poor messenger is likely to get an earful of abuse.  Sad, isn't it?  Some of the nicest people I know turn into ogres when their maid disappears, even for a perfectly valid reason.


  1. You must be psychic! Our maid did not come today, and I had to cook! I did not tear my hair out as I don't have any on top but had a fit alright!

  2. Of course I'm psychic! You didn't know? LOL


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