“I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again” – Joan Rivers
It has been a hectic 5 days. Sandra, one of the employees on the farm who did all the housework, cooking plus a few more tasks around the farm decided not to show up for work on Saturday. She did not call and refused to pick up her phone when the old man called. However, when Alex (a member of staff) called her she answered and said she was not coming in till Monday.
Apparently, her boyfriend from out of town was visiting and she wants to give him her undivided attention. (Some women!!!) So yours truly has had to take over some of her duties. This involves getting up at around 6.30 every morning, and I am not a morning person so you can imagine what a challenge it is.
That brown table like thing is the washing up stand and the bottom right is the tap.
Each morning my first task is to record the amount of milk milked. The old man thinks that he is being cheated so I have been put in charge of everything to do with milk and vegetables sold on the farm. At least I don’t have to milk the cows myself (yet). The rest of the morning I spend cleaning the house, washing up, making breakfast, washing up again, making lunch (luckily sometimes the guys make their own lunch), washing clothes and of course selling milk in between. Now, this would not have been too difficult had I a normal kitchen and appliances to work with.
To wash up I have to go to a wooden stand at the back of the kitchen which I am told was built for washing up and drying utensils. Whoever built the stand did not think things through properly as he put the structure several meters away from the tap. So every time I need water I have to walk to the tap with my container, fill it up and carry it back to the stand. I tell you after doing this 10 times a day you don’t need a gym.
Above is the broom that is used to sweep the house. After three days my back could not take anymore so I went out and bought a proper brush and dustpan.
Cooking has not too much of a challenge as there is plenty of food on the farm and the boys eat the same thing every day apart from Sunday. Monday to Saturday they have porridge and cassava or sweet potatoes for breakfast, beans and posho (also commonly known as ugali and made from maize floor) for lunch, and beans and posho or cassava again for dinner. In between, they help themselves to fruits from around the farm.
As for me, three years of eating boiled beans (with weevils on top for added protein), and the same boiled beans with posho, for dinner in boarding school was enough to put me off beans for life. Besides, I like a variety so I make a selection of vegetables or fish for myself. The old man is not fussy about what food you put in front of him, when I am not here he eats the same food as the guys. Now I am here, I ask him to place his order every morning. The great thing about living on a farm is that everything is fresh and organic. It is very healthy but it has not stopped the old man from putting weight, he now has a proper corruption curve, (aka beer belly). I am forever nagging him about doing something about it but he ignores me.
Sandra turned up yesterday hoping to pick up where she left off. She did not call even once during the four days that she was away, the old man sent her packing. I hope the gentleman friend was worth it. He is interviewing for a replacement housekeeper this afternoon. Hopefully, one of them will be suitable so I can go back to having a lie in.