Domestic Bliss

As many of you will know, I was really looking forward to coming to Australia to take up the position of housewife. The lure of kitten heels, marigolds and ‘lunching’ was strong and I was convinced I would find the role perfect for my skills.

Two months down the line and I thought that I should report back on how my new vocation is going, which is, frankly not very well.

The cooking bit I’m ok with. I’ve made a mighty fine Chicken and Sweet corn soup and a pretty splendid Pad Thai recently and I’m aiming for a full-blown baking experience before the end of the week.

It’s just the tidying, cleaning and ironing that I really have a problem with. I’m just not very good at it really, especially the bit about making the house tidy for your hard working husband/fiancé on their return home from the office every day.
I’ve discovered that, contrary to my belief, it wasn’t a lack of time that stopped me from being a domestic goddess in the UK, it’s actually an innate distrust of spending too much time with your hands down a toilet. I’m also excellent at making a mess of any kind.

In addition to my lack of cleaning skills, my ‘lunching’ ability is severely restricted by the fact that I don’t have any housewife friends, which means that my lunches aren’t quite the whirlwind of handy house cleaning tips and gossip that I was hoping for.

The good news is that I bought some little sandals, which make a nice clip clop sound when I walk and could be loosely described as kitten heels, a small triumph for my seemingly - doomed domestic career.