I'll give you a clue:
If it wasn't for the people coming over tomorrow night for a braai I would happily drown.
I'm pretty certain most of you guessed right.
Drumroll please......
Indeed, I have been invading a territory I loathe and hope to clear out of as soon as possible.
I have been cleaning my house.
This is an SMS I received at 9:10PM Tuesday night, when the maid was scheduled to come 7AM the next morning:
Im not coming 2 moro u must look 4 smeonels who can work with ur list but me i cnt
Nuff said for now. At least she let me know. The battle with the agency continues. However, I would just like to publicly make clear that this time I did not fire the maid, I was willing to make an effort and try to make it work. This time she quit.
How many calories does cleaning your house vigorously burn? Perhaps I am entitled to some nice glasses (read: bottles) of wine... Who am I kidding?!?! I always feel entitled.
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