Philippa broke a vase in the kitchen today. She was cleaning the windows for the third time this week and knocked it into the sink with her elbow, and it smashed. She screamed as if she’d just been scalded, then burst into tears worrying that we’ve ruined the house and Becky and David are going to throw us out, and then sue us. Talk about an over-reaction. It’s not even a very nice vase. If anything, it looks much better in fourteen pieces than it did when it was standing on the windowsill. But Philippa is inconsolable. “They trusted us with their property!” she wailed “and now we’ve started destroying it!”
Matters weren’t helped when Becky phoned from Hong Kong ‘just to see how things were going.’ The timing seemed a bit coincidental so I am now once again convinced that they’re spying on us electronically from Asia..
Philippa fought back the urge to confess and instead asked Becky how it’s all going over there. The answer was ‘not too well’
Apparently, their accommodation is pretty small and in a very built-up area of town. David’s work hours are longer than he expected them to be and Becky is ‘missing her pilates class’ Hard life, eh? They are, after all, in Hong Kong now, away from the shitty British weather. Some people are never happy, are they?
I hope they don’t cut their contract short and come back early. Not until we’ve found a replacement vase for the kitchen, anyway.
RC 19-6-12
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