A Bit Parcy

Apart from some explosive diarrhoea (not mine), today has been okay.  A good hour this morning was spent in icy Parc de Woluwe with the Boy.  We took bread.  I wondered would the ducks be interested.  Let's just say it was like a yeast-based version of The Birds.  Some big bastard swans took over and wolfed most of it.  They may be able to break your arm with their wing, but they can't bloody catch things in their beak.  They were close enough to peck, and it was slightly scary.  I may take pictures tomorrow.  If I'm not found with my eyes plucked out on the verandah.

The cleaner at the house where I work in the morning is a Filipino who speaks perfect English.  I wonder if, like me, she sometimes upgrades herself to Housekeeper.  I've only done it once (when trying to get this apartment) but it definitely sounds better.  And why is that?  I'm no different from or less than the person who sat and advised students on their legal status in the UK, just because I'm cleaning bottoms and kitchen counters, and spooning various types of gloop into small people, and pretending to be a troll.  All work is work.  And yet I do feel a bit diminished at times.  I guess the people who clean things, and who care for kids, are always considered to be some way down the food chain.  They are the invisible beings who make life easier for others - the madly-pedalling feet under the swan.