On Tuesday I received the happy news that our maid, (hereinafter forever to be referred to as the saint), is returning from upcountry to Bangkok and will rejoin the household from Monday. If I could, I would be doing cartwheels rather like the priest in Westminster Abbey following the marriage of the Duke & Duchess of Cambridge.
In the two months since she has been away, helping her father to recuperate from an operation, we struggled for a couple of weeks without help
and then decided the joys of doing housework were more limited than we remembered from when we last did them on a long term basis. So we escaped to a friend's house in Hong Kong where this would not be our department. At the beginning of June we employed a lady who used to work next door, and who still works part time for another resident in our condo. She is of good heart, and of good cheer, but having to repeatedly show her how to make the beds, and how to properly iron shirts etc etc, was beginning to lose its appeal.
This lesson has reminded me how very lucky we are to have the saint. I had rather blithely thought that we lived in a city where employing good domestic help was a synch. It's not! And finding the right person to work for you is blessing divined in heaven. This all derives from being a complete fusspot. I think this comes with the territory. Some of you may be familiar with the US television programme Flipping Out, in which the main participant, Jeff Lewis runs a property refurbishment business from home. Whilst I find some of his behaviour bizarre to say the least, I do identify with his attention to detail. Emily Evans Eerdsman wrote about this trait in the designer David Hicks, (follow the link to the New York Social Diary). I think if you don't pay attention to the detail, the whole thing falls apart.