Blimey, I've only been playing 'matron' for a morning and I'm knacked! Getting the 'Memsahib' up and onto her crutches and then into the shower, out again, dried, dusted and hair combed, and then the slow motion manouvre back into bed - and I nearly beat her to it! Then it's upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs, then coffee for the visitors, then cleaning up where the cat was sick, answering the 'phone, sorting out lunch, planning dinner - and the main bloody-bloody, double-bloody oven suddenly decides not to work - dash round to the chemist to drop off a prescription, sorting out laundry for tomorrow - such fun, can hardly wait! - wrestling on the 'Memsahib's skin-tight stockings required to stop thrombosis and which need at least three tyre-levers to get them on and off . . . and golly-gosh, it's only two o'clock - feels like bloody midnight!
Anyway, she'd better hurry up and get fit again otherwise I'm definitely in the market for a nice au pair - Danish, preferably! On second thoughts, perhaps a pair of them, one to look after her and one to look after me!