We've always been very lucky with housekeepers in our travels. Okay there was that episode in Cairo with Ahmed the houseboy and the curtain rods but that's ancient history and then there was Elizabeth in Poland who insisted she drank vodka to counteract the poison her son-in-law was slipping into her tea. But every place else we've always been looked after by some remarkable people. In Mexico City there was Manuela, who when Laurent was sick moved in for two weeks to look after him because I was back in Canada. In Warsaw there was our darling Christina who frankly just moved in - hell the dogs thought they belonged to her. She was almost 6 feet tall, had baboon's ass red hair and ruled our household with an iron fist. In Chicago there was.. oh right we didn't have anyone in Chicago that would have been me!
And here in Roma we have Eileen, a wonderful young lady from the Philippines. She's married to an Italian and they are building a house in his home town of Siracusa. I take it for granted these days that when she leaves at the end of the day the house will be spotless and shirts will be hanging neatly in a row, beautifully pressed. Everything will be in perfect order.
However I must admit I wasn't quite ready for how orderly things would be when I took a load of whities out of the dryer last night and threw them on the spare bed.
I'm not sure but I think she may have ironed them.
Okay I just realized I have now blogged about toilets and underwear... I may have to rethink the direction this blog is taking!
29 gennaio - San Valerio