I have just stirred and rushed downstairs to make sure mum and brother weren't letting me sleep and leaving without saying goodbye. Oh no they weren't! (sorry panto throwback) Mark has hoovered my car and is now washing it including my very very dirty alloys. Mum has oiled the hinges so the front door no longer squeaks. And WOW!!! - they have been in the garage to clear up the mice droppings although a bottle of tequila was accidentally broken as they had to move our huge stash in case world war 3 breaks out (food) or a party goes on 5 days (alcohol). The sun is shining. A new mole hill has dawned.
There is no doubt that Poles employ initiative and get on with it. Although I am not always thrilled with mum's decision to rearrange my kitchen because she didn't like the toaster there. I then have to point out I live there all year round and please could she live with it for the 5 days a year she is with me.
Friday night I just had to give Grazyna, our Polish cleaner, a hug to say thank you. I was chucking out two lots of flowers and she rescued the better ones, cut off the debris and created another vase worth to last a few more days. How wonderful is that. She does our ironing too. She brought back Timi's ironing having sewn up her loose seam too because she's just so so kind. My gawd - we are Les Bourgeois Bitches!
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