Magic

This morning when I left for school there were boxes from moving piled in the front hallway. There was a stack of laundry piled in front of the washer. There were a few dishes in the sink. The play room floor was covered with various kids things I’d gathered from around the house: car seats, booster seats, dolls, balls, etc.

When I got home today the boxes were gone. The laundry was clean and folded. The dishes I had left in the sink were put away (presumably having been cleaned first). The play room floor was clear and clean. Things had been stacked neatly along the walls.

Having house help is a lot like living in an enchanted castle, especially if you never see the house help because you are away at school.

For the record, the house help isn’t something I arranged. The people whose house I’m living in are continuing to employ their house help while they are away.