 the problem is solved for me, because Downstairs Guy has taken his family on an Eid road trip. In the meanwhile, I've gone from chatting to my other neighbours, to a cold nod of my head when I pass them, except Mr Shawl who I meet head on with (what I'm hoping) is a vicious glare. Go, passive aggressive!

Anyway, this means the problem isn't solved, except temporarily, and I might just get a Vespa and end it all. In the meanwhile, daredevilry is suiting me, because it's great being able to give everyone a big old Fuck You I Don't Need Your Spot And I Don't Need To Be Nice To You and I can wake up in the morning thinking of other things. What's a little dark-alleyway compared to peace of mind, eh? (I'm such a wimp.)

In all this terrible-ness, and the flu, the one shining spot in my household this week has been the arrival of S. S is a professional cook who I found recommended on an expat network, and comes to my house once a day, except for Sundays, and is worth every bit of the relatively high salary I pay her. She's really good--she experiments with food, "would you like roast chicken and mashed potatoes?", yesterday we recreated an Andhra dish neither of us had cooked before just from a recipe off the internet, but she's intuitive with food, knows what tastes good, and now I never want her to leave. She's also young and educated, speaks quite good English, takes the metro every day to her various jobs, and reads recipe books. I've offered her the pick of my library, whatever you want to borrow, I said, and I hope she takes me up on it, even if I have to thrust books at her, it is such a joy to give someone reading.

We complain a lot about how expats drive up prices--rent and domestics and whatnot--but I can't help but think it's a good thing, in cases of girls like S. I've met so many young women working as maids, I had a couple in Bandra, always a little angry because this was not the life they wanted, they wanted to be like anyone else, to rise above the unfairness of class and economic structure. S. can call the shots, she manages a few households too, not just as a cook but as a house
the problem is solved for me, because Downstairs Guy has taken his family on an Eid road slip. In the interim, I've gone from chatting to my early neighbours, to a cold nod of my headway when I pass them, except Mr Shawl who I meet promontory on with (what I'm hoping) is a vicious limelight. survive, passive aggressive! 

 anyhow, this means the problem isn't solved, except temporarily, and I might barely get a Vespa and end it all. In the meanwhile, daredevilry is suiting me, because it's great being able to give everyone a large old Fuck You I Don't Need Your Spot And I Don't want To Be Nice To You and I can wake up in the morning thinking of other thing. What's a little dark - alleyway compared to peace of mind, eh? (I'm such a weakly interacting massive particle .) 

 In all this terrible - ness, and the flu, the one shining spot in my household this workweek has been the arrival of S. S is a professional cook who I find recommended on an expat network, and comes to my house once a day, except for Sundays, and is worth every bit of the relatively eminent salary I pay her. She's very beneficial -- she experiments with food, " would you like roast wimp and mashed potatoes? ", yesterday we cheer an Andhra dish neither of us had cooked before barely from a recipe off the internet, but she's intuitive with food, knows what tastes good, and now I never want her to leave. She's besides young and educated, speaks quite good English, takes the metro every day to her various caper, and reads recipe books. I've offered her the pick of my library, whatever you want to adopt, I said, and I hope she takes me up on it, even if I have to thrust books at her, it is such a joy to give someone reading. 

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 the problem is solved for me, beCause DownsTairs guy Has TaKen hIs faMily on an Eid roaD Trip. in the meanwhile, I've gone fRom chAtTIng tO My Other NeighboURs, TO A coLd NoD of My HEaD when i paSs them, eXcept Mr ShaWl wHo i meet head on wITh (What I'm hopiNg) iS a vicious glaRe. GO, passiVe AggREssivE!

AnYway, tHis meaNS the prOblem isn't SoLVed, excEPt tempoRARiLy, anD I might just get a VeSPa ANd end it all. In thE meanwHiLE, dAREdeVilRy is suitinG mE, becaUSe it's grEAt BEINg aBLe to give everyOne a big old FUCk YOu I Don'T NEed yOur SpoT And I doN'T NeEd To Be Nice TO You And I can waKe up in THe morniNG thinkiNg of otHer ThiNgs. WHAt'S a LitTlE DarK-AlLeyWAy cOmpared tO pEaCe of mInd, eH? (i'M SUch a WimP.)

In aLl thiS terrible-ness, And The fLU, thE one sHininG spoT iN my hoUseholD this WeEk has been the arrIval Of S. S is a prOfeSsIonAl Cook wHO I founD reComMended oN an expaT NetWoRK, ANd Comes to my house once A dAY, ExCept for SUndays, ANd Is WOrth everY bIt oF the RELativEly hIGh Salary I pAy her. SHE's ReAlly gooD--sHe expeRiMenTs wIth foOD, "wouLd you lIke roast ChickEN and mashed potaTOes?", yesterday wE ReCREaTEd an andHra dish neitHer oF Us haD cooKEd BefORe jusT from A rECiPE off the internet, but sHe'S intuiTive wIth food, knows wHat tastes gOOD, And now I nEver WAnT Her to leave. She's Also yOung and eduCAted, speaKs quiTe good EnGlish, takeS THe metro eVerY daY to Her VARiOus jobs, and reaDS ReciPe Books. I'vE ofFered heR thE piCk oF my LiBrary, whatEver you wAnT tO bOrRow, i said, ANd I hope sHe TakEs Me uP on it, EVen if I Have tO thrUsT bOOks At her, it IS sUCH a joY tO gIve sOmeOnE readIng.

WE ComPlain a lOt about hoW exPAts dRiVe Up priceS--rent and domesTiCs and whatnOt--But i can't hELP but thinK it's a good thing, in cases of GIrls likE S. I'Ve met So maNy young woMen WorkinG as MAids, I hAd a couPle in baNdrA, ALways A LItTle AnGry because THIs wAs not ThE lifE they waNted, they wanted to be LIke Anyone else, to rIse AbovE THe UnfAIrNEss Of CLasS ANd economic strucTure. S. can caLl THe Shots, she maNAgeS a Few housEholds tOo, not JUst as a cOok but as a House
 the problem is solved for  me, becau se Do wns tai rs  Guy  has  taken his fam i ly o n an Eid road trip. In  theme a nwhi l e,  I've  gone f r om c hat ti ng  to  m y  o thernei ghbours , to a col d n od  of my headw he n I pass t hem , except MrSha wl who  I  me e t hea d o n wit h (wha t  I'm h oping) is  a viciou s  glare. G o,  pas sive aggressive!An y way, this mean s thepr o bl e m  is n't  solved, e xc ept t e mporari l y, a n d I might just ge t a Vespa a n d e nd ital l.I n themeanw hi l e,daredevilry  issuiting m e, bec a use it' s  greatbeingabl e t o gi v eev ery on e  ab ig  ol d  Fu ck You I  D on 't Ne ed Y o u r Spot  An d IDon't  Need To Be N ice  ToY ouand I  canwake  u p inthe mo rning  t hinking of othe r th ings. Wha t's  a  li tt le da r k-alle ywa y c ompared  to pea c e o fm i n d,  eh? (I'm such a w im p . )
In allthis t e rr ib l e-ness,an d t he f l u , the  one sh ining sp ot inm yho usehold  t his we ek  ha s b een t h e ar rivalof S. Sis ap rofessional co o k who I found re c o mm e nded  on  an expat n etwo r k, a nd c o me s t o  my h ouseon c ea  day, except for Su nd ays, a nd is  worth everybit of the r e latively  hig h  s a lary I pay her . She 's reallyg ood--she  expe rimentswith food , "would y oulik e r oas t ch icken and mas h e d po ta toes?",  ye sterday  we  re cre ate dan Andhra  dish ne it he rof  us  hadc ooked be fo reju stfroma  recip e off  the  i nt e rne t, buts he ' s  int ui ti ve w ith  f ood,know s  wh at tast es good,and nowIne ver wan t her to leav e.  She's als oyou ng and e ducated,  speaks quite good Engl i sh, tak esthe m etro  every da y t o hervar i ous jo bs, an d rea ds  re c i pe bo o k s.  I' ve  offered h e r  th e pic kof m y libra ry, whatever you w a ntto borrow, Isai d, a n d  I  ho p es heta k esm e  up on it, even  if I have  t o  t hrust book s  at  h er, itis such  a jo y  to giv e someone  reading. 
We c o m pla in a lot a bout how  expats d r ive u p  p rices --r ent an ddom estic s andw hat not-- but Ica n't he lp bu tthink it 's a good thing, in cas es ofgirls  li ke S. I'v e m e t s o many yo ungwomen work ing  as  maid s,I  hada co u pl e i n  Band ra,a lways a l i tt lea n gr y because t h i s  wa s not  th e  lifethey  wanted, they wan t ed to be likeanyo n e  el se, to r is e above the un fai rn e s s of cla ss  and econom ic struc tu r e. S.  can c all th e shots , sh e  manag es a  fe w househo lds  t o o, notju st as a c ookbu t as a  house 
 the_problem is_solved for me, because_Downstairs Guy_has_taken his_family_on an Eid_road trip. In_the meanwhile, I've gone_from chatting to_my_other neighbours, to a cold nod of my head when I pass them, except_Mr_Shawl who_I_meet_head on with (what I'm_hoping) is a vicious glare._Go, passive_aggressive!

Anyway, this means the problem isn't solved, except_temporarily,_and I might_just get a Vespa and end it all. In_the meanwhile, daredevilry is suiting me,_because it's great_being_able_to give everyone a_big old Fuck You I Don't_Need Your Spot And I Don't_Need To Be Nice To You and_I can wake up in the_morning thinking of other things._What's a_little dark-alleyway compared to peace_of mind, eh?_(I'm such_a wimp.)

In all_this terrible-ness, and the flu, the_one shining spot_in my household this week has_been_the arrival of_S._S_is a_professional cook who_I_found recommended_on_an expat network, and comes to_my_house once a day, except for Sundays,_and is worth every_bit_of the relatively high_salary I pay her. She's_really good--she experiments with food, "would_you like_roast chicken_and mashed potatoes?", yesterday we recreated an Andhra dish neither of_us had cooked before just from_a recipe off the_internet, but_she's_intuitive with food,_knows_what tastes_good, and now I never want her_to leave._She's also young and educated, speaks_quite good English, takes_the_metro every day to her various_jobs, and reads recipe books. I've_offered her the pick of_my_library,_whatever you want to borrow,_I said, and I hope she_takes me up_on it, even if I have to_thrust_books at her, it is such_a_joy to give someone reading.

We complain_a_lot_about how expats drive up_prices--rent and domestics and whatnot--but I_can't help but think it's a good thing, in_cases of girls_like S. I've met so_many_young_women working as maids, I had a couple in Bandra,_always a_little angry because_this was not the life they wanted, they wanted to_be like anyone else, to rise above_the unfairness of class and economic structure. S. can call the_shots, she manages a few households too, not_just as a cook but as a_house