Last week I hired a cleaner. Her name is Teri, and I think she is going to be my new best friend. She won't be the kind of best friend that I meet at Mooloolaba on Sunday afternoons for strawberry and watermelon crushes, like Un-princess Jasmine. Nor will she be the kind of bestie, whose house I frequently visit for the cocktails and singstar, like Mrs Cooperville.
She will be the best kind of best friend. The kind who turns up when I'm not there and leaves happiness in the form of housework that I did not have to do myself! I am uber excited about my new friend, Teri. Now I don't have to put out an ad like this:
I will have to pay her, though. Damn.