Last night we were watching the BBC adaptation of Pride & Prejudice. Colin Firth (Darcy) was in the bath. In marched a servant to pour hot water on him.
“Why can’t he have a bath on his own?” demanded Bea. “Look, he’s all grown-up enough. I don’t need help to have a bath any more.”
“He’s not helping him, that’s his servant,” said Olivia. “We don’t have servants, do we mummy?”
“No,” I said, mopping my brow, gazing at the pile of ironing, “sadly not.”
“Actually,” said Bea. “We do. Mummy is our servant. She makes our bath, cleans our room, cooks us food, washes our clothes.”
“She’s not a servant,” said Olivia. “She’s a mummy.”
And the difference is….??!!
In my next life can I just say that instead of being a mummy/servant, I would like that job pouring water on Colin Firth’s torso? Thanks. I’m going to get on with preparing lunch for my masters now.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007