I am writing this post from the safety of my mother in laws bathroom, the length of this post will be determined by how soon they notice I am missing.
First a little background, every year in June I send Mrs Sensible south on Easyjet to her mothers and I drive down during August.
We stay with her mum and dad and use their small bedroom as a basecamp, a place for our bags, laptops and anything we purchase to bring home.
Mrs Sensible’s mum is not very well, so Mrs S has spent most of the holiday caring for her. Earlier this year the family employed a badante (care giver) to help care for my mother in law and to help clean the house.
Yesterday while we were changing in the little bedroom, Mrs Sensible was huffing and sighing. She told me our little bedroom was untidy and we should straighten it up.
Has your dad complained?
I will tell you later, she whispered to me.
Very quickly I collected up various phone chargers, put my laptop away etc etc and we went down to the village for granita and brioche.
Mrs Sensible told me the badante had mentioned our little bedroom (base camp) was a little untidy.
I nearly choked on my cappuccino.
What did you say to her?
Hmm! wait till I see her.
I was given strict instructions not to mention anything to her, especially using my wonderful self taught Italian. Actually self taught is not strictly true, the little children I teach in the schools, have been helping me improve my Italian.
As soon as I returned to the house I obviously made sure the little bedroom looked like five children had just finished playing in the room.
Each morning the badante also moves things around the house, it is really weird.
The tea pot on the dresser is sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, it is like sharing the house with a poltergeist.
For the past 14 years the dining table has only had a simple cloth and maybe a vase on it.
Now it looks like chaos.
Even a container of pencils have been added to give it a homey touch.
I asked Mrs Sensible why she was keeping quiet about the antics of the badante, after all I am yet to find someone Mrs Sensible is scared of, even if the badante does look like Mrs Trunchbull.
I was informed the woman was leaving at the end of the week.
Hopefully the poltergeist will go with her and I won’t have to move a giraffe, tube of pencils and three ornaments every time I want to use the table to play Scopa with my father in law.