Twists and turns

Its been a weird week so far, a mountain of work, shopping for relatives, running around pushing red tape, coming home late with every body part groaning for some relief. The domestic help went missing, and then one morning a chit of a girl, all of 14 years, came knocking, clearing the pile of dirty garments away at breakneck speed, and recoiling at the suggestion of having a coffee at her employer's house. Can't do much about child labour in the country, but I'm not having it under my roof. Told her that it just wouldn't do, and her mum had better show up instead. And its only Wednesday!