Dear diary,
Today I learnt that it is somebody else's responsibility to keep my house clean.
After a sudden unwanted rendezvous with the mysterious grime slick coating the back and underside of the kitchen tap I was forced to ask the lady of the house about the nature of that noxious presence. For all I know it could be a sentient pet and so I asked with curious eyes that didn't hide my absolute dread.
The housekeeper does a rubbish job of keeping everything clean she replied acidly. This grime is well, grime she said.
Thriving and building into a real estate of its own because the housekeeper doesn't clean well apparently.
I mean it's not our housekeeper's kitchen is it?
But okay, I roll with it and pause the conversation because for all you know she'll tell me to start cleaning it.
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