An Accidental Job
I have a new job. Well, I say a job, if you can call popping into the village hall for a couple of hours a week to give it the once over, a job. It’s paid, though. £15 an hour, which is pretty good for the effort required. I am a skilled and efficient cleaner. I’ve had decades of practise, having been set to ‘helping around the house’ by my mother when I was a pre-teen. Thinking back, I don’t remember either of my siblings joining in the ‘helping around the house’ malarkey, but perhaps that’s why I grew up better at keeping a clean and tidy house. Moving on… Yes, at the village hall committee meeting, of which I am now a key-carrying, fully insured trustee member, it was mentioned that the previous cleaning lady was leaving for pastures new (I don’t know if it involved cleaning, but she has small children, so probably) and a new cleaner for the hall would be needed. I ended up saying I would do it because I often jump into these things without giving them diligent thought, ...
