Friday, 29 May 2015

The thief

The first time it happened , my daughter , walked upto me and said , bitterly , “Right under your nose , mama?”
My husband , as usual , blamed my blog-writing , and casual approach to life in general and cash in particular.
I was , I agree , overcautious , the second time round.
I hovered around like a deranged spirit, like a ghost with demands and never left her side , except , once , I think, to make some tea.
I had just lit up the stove and put the pan on ( without the water/milk), and she had done it. With lightning speed. That day , I lost my beautiful new saucepan (charred bottom), cash (2 grand ) and credibility ( in the eyes of my kids and better half).
It had to be she .
Who else ?
With admirable restraint and unusual tact, my hubby , told her , in vernacular , after a long winded explanation, that we no longer required her services , Thank you very much.

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