My temporal lobes are giving me gyp. It started on Friday, when the au pair asked me to give her a lift to her English class.
I didn't mind this, but she wanted me to do a three mile detour to pick up some stuff from the Dry Cleaners. When I protested, she reminded me that I was responsible for the stain on her skirt.
I reminded her that I had already apologised for spilling the red wine. But she pretended not to understand. (Foreigners always do that). But I took her, anyway.
This made me late for my meeting at the club, with Harry. He wasn't pleased. And when I asked him if he had brought the magazines, he said Gwendoline wasn't finished with the September issue. Said it was giving her new ideas.
How a woman can be so interested in Practical Mechanics beats me
On Saturday evening, I was due to be installed as 'Grand Master' of the 'Order of The Great Goat' (Sankey Lodge) but I forgot my apron. Now I will have to wait until next month.
What a bummer.
Oh yes - and our application to have Sydney put into 'Care' has been turned down - again.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
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I take exception to your comment about foreigners. I would have you know that in our country the family is the most importan thing - I would not consider putting my son into care. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And if your wife spent more time in the house you would not need an au pair.
Also, your membership of a secret society is to be deplored.
Maltese Tommy
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