I was going to post a piece I wrote earlier about kitchen cupboards (fascinating, bet you can't wait eh?) but instead, I've decided to have a little moan.
This is my week in hospital to have my five infusions so I am feeling a little 'poorly' as they say. I think I've told you that I have a serious and rare auto-immune condition, that has left me quite disabled: basically my arms don't work. It is wonderful cover for chronic laziness and lack of interest in domestic chores because, well, I can't do much. I am a lot better than I have been, but have serious limitations and serious on-going fatigue. These are all excuses for me having part time domestic assistance. Well I did.
We are off to Australia to see family in a couple of weeks and you may have noticed that we have cats.
The domestic assistant also fed the cats for us while we were away because they don't like kennels, and Ming in particular always goes on hunger strike until we get back.
I got back from the hospital about midday and had something to eat when the assistant came in unexpectedly - usually she is here in the morning - to announce that she is leaving on Tuesday, permanently. To be fair, she told me her mother is ill (who looks after her boys while she is here) and is going in to hospital. Of course I could only wish her well and send her on her way with blessings and cash.
Almost everybody I know is away for one reason or another and all the pet accommodation places have been fully booked for months for the summer peak season. I haven't been back to Australia to see my elderly parents or my offspring since last September (offspring have been here in the meantime) so I can't really postpone my trip.
So now we have a frantic time, amongst my hospital visits, to try to find a replacement domestic assistant and/or cat sitter. A job opening for someone with high quality skills and a low threshold of thrills.