‘Mrs Richardson?’ Keen green eyes looked up into the face…
‘Yeesh, dis Madam of mine? She willy wolly in her head! Do dis, do dat, look up, look down, who she tink I am? A-h-h a roobort, no, not right, robot, somet-ing like that. Hauw!’
‘Grace, where are you?’
Where she tinks? In the kit-chen, always in the kit-chen! ‘Me here, Madam.’
‘Ah, there you are Grace. I was looking for you. Now, as I was saying before, you really need to look upwards and downwards when you clean. Please believe me, I am not criticizing you. You are an excellent worker and all the surfaces are shining beautifully but…’
Blaady, blaa, gobilty gook.
‘You are not looking at me; you’re definitely not hearing me; what goes on in that brain of yours Grace? Look at me!’
‘Yes Madam, me look at you,’ replied the large black lady whilst trying to keep a bland face.
(A special thank you to Janet Dubbelman for the image of her beautifully crafted african quilt shown above)