Au-pair Oh Noes
I live in a huge luxurious house. Well, one floor of it, the ground floor in fact. I got my own room with patio doors, my own kitchen and bathroom, for which I pay rent. The family who own it - friends of mine - live on the first and second floors with their baby son and Bulgarian au-pair.

She's bonkers. She has this thing that washing has to be done on a saturday - every saturday she'll bang on my door and tell me it's washing-time. Usually long before I'd otherwise choose to be awake. If left to her own devices (rather than shouted at) she'll then put the washing machine on. I have been known to march upstairs with a screwdriver at 6am and remove the plug from the W/M to stop her turning it on.

Then there's the phone calls. She's not stupid - she knows how to use a computer, knows not to lick the window when its cold, is very, very good at caring for my friends son.. but my God. When will it sink in that the distance a phone call its made over doesnt affect the required volume. You can hear her three doors down sometimes, from outside....

And yet she's a lovely, honest, hardworking, caring au-pair who makes my friends lives very easy. Aaaargh.
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 13:34, 2 replies)

then what happened?

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 13:51, closed)

she died.
(Kyzia was here on, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 17:32, closed)