I shall consider myself told.
Each night we are made dinner unless we decide to go out to eat. Each night that Gaury brings us food, she leaves to go home. When dinner’s finished a pile of dishes are left in the sink.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been shaking the jet lag — after dinner I usually get sleepy and fight sleep until about 10pm. Anyway, a couple of nights ago I felt well enough to do the dishes because as most of you know, I hate going to bed knowing there are dirty dishes in the sink…most of all, you know I hate waking up to a sink full of dishes. It’s a reminder that I should’ve done the dishes before retiring for the night.
In short, I did the dishes…and the next morning when Gaury arrived to make breakfast, she was horrified.
Gaury: "Ma’am, I do dishes," she said, pointing to herself furiously. "You do not."
Me: "But…"
Gaury: "Ma’am no."
Me: "But, but…"
Gaury: "Ma’am no."
Colin watched with amusement…and as we sat down for breakfast said, "Consider yourself told off."
Who would’ve ever thought I’d be scolded for doing housework?
-Carinae-